I paused.
“It’s possible.”
“Could you make a few calls?”
I glanced at the support around my shoulder.
“Evan, shouldn’t you be speaking directly with the company’s finance department?”
His friendliness disappeared.
“Why are you making this difficult?”
“I’m asking a reasonable question.”
He sighed.
“Look, let’s not make a big deal out of what happened on Tuesday.”
I felt my expression harden.
“My injury is a big deal.”
“You know how arguments get out of hand.”
“That doesn’t excuse what happened.”
He became defensive.
“You weren’t exactly innocent.”
I took a slow breath.
The security recording already showed the truth.
I had no reason to argue about it.
“I hope you enjoy the wedding tomorrow,” I said.
He hesitated.
Then ended the call.
Daniel looked at me.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded.
“I’m beginning to be.”
That afternoon, Dad arrived at my house.
