Adam and Ryan came in the office in about an hour. They arrived at the same time which brought me to some doubt… Could it be possible that they really have stolen the money? May be they come together to support each other version…
When I told them about the situation Ryan said that behind the bar cleaned Adam. Adam was not worried at all. He calmly said that when he cleaned the bar, the drawer of the case where should be the money, was already opened. I taught that I caught him and I asked: “Why didn’t you call the restaurant manager to report for this?”. But he was not worried at all again. He answered that when they came in the pizzeria, the manager was still there and it was logical that she took the financial turnover for the day.
I still had doubts. I taught to call the police, but I didn’t want my company’s name to be involved in a scandal. I would check their version by myself. If they were guilty, I would pay Jessica all costs and would fire them both without making this incident public.
And I gave them a 2 hour lection about working ethics, about what does it mean to be professional and what consequences could have a little mistake. They listened to me indifferently. Their behaviour still worried me.
The office was silent. All the other workers were cleaning at different addresses. I decided to pursue an interrogation. I didn’t know how to do it, but I would use the things I saw in the crime movies.
I was the bad cup so far. It was time to perform the good one too. And I decided to improvise: “Come on guys, let’s go to a bar! I’ll buy the drinks!”
Years ago, when I used to work in other companies as an employee, I drank often with my colleagues. Every Friday night we were in some bar and I was the only one, who could go home rather sober at the end of the evening, although I was the one who drank the most pints of beer.
So now I taught: “I will buy drinks to Adam and Ryan until they become chatty. They will tell me everything…”
But soon I found that these guys are not what I thought they were. They did not drink beer, but scotch. And they not just drank it, it was like they poor the alcohol in their throats. I tried to follow their tempo, but only a half an hour later I felt dizzy and everything I saw was blurry.
Ryan said: “Boss, your phone makes a sound!” I looked at its screen. I had an e-mail from Jessica. She wrote that she talked to the bartender and it turned out that he took the money to be sure that they are safe. She gave me thousand apologies and invited me and my wife in her restaurant as an excuse.