Altered Path

There must be a million ways to enter the Wellness Center. Our bellhop explains how he was just assigned to this entrance. He doesn't tell us where the other ones are. I'm guessing it's for security reasons. That's alright. Some things are not meant to be known. The walk to the Wellness Center is a good mile. At least that's what it feels like. We eventually make it to the front gates. Peter is at his desk as usual, but this time he has his nose buried in a Farmers Almanac. "We have guests." The bellhop tells him. Peter slowly lifts his head up from his book. He squints, trying to make out our image. "Sir, may I suggest your glasses?" The bellhop asks. Peter grabs his glasses and places them on his head. "Oh, you're here." He says, surprised. "You weren't expecting us?" Olivia asks. "Not quite like this, but that's ok." "What were we supposed to do?" I ask. "Well, when the mailroom flooded , it was to be part of a bigger story of corporate corruption." He explains. "Corporate corruption?" Olivia wonders out loud. "Yes, your boss was doing shady things. The flood was just the tip of the iceberg." "He flooded the mailroom?" I ask. Peter nods. "He tampered with the pipes. The company was going under. He was going to write it off as an insurance thing." "That is a crime, but how were we supposed to dig any deeper?" I ask. "Because, he doesn't think much of either of you. He views you two as unlucky kids at the wrong place , wrong time. For that he felt sorry for you. He was going to take you under his wing where you would learn all his dirty secrets." Peter finishes his speech. Olivia and I look at each other, sheepishly. "Oops." I blurt out. Peter sighs. "What comes around, goes around. If he didn't meet his demise at your hands , then it will be some one else's. Besides , the fact that you are both here means that you are willing to start a more interesting story." "It does." Olivia says, gleefully. "Good. Any ideas what you want to do?" Peter asks. "Yes, I'm going to buy the library." Olivia declares. "What?" I say, surprised. Peter leans forward. "Beg pardon?"