Alfio rolled through the large warehouse, the wheelchair creaking softly as he looked over the operations of his brilliance. Behind him, his wife, a beautiful specimen he met in high school and married the moment they graduated. They had had some differences. Especially after he was shot in the spine, leaving him paralyzed. He sighed softly and rubbed at the sore muscles of his thigh, his eyes skimmed over the men before him, reaching up to rest a hand on his love.