Partners In Crime

Chapter 14: He knows (Part 2)

- New York City, USA

Nicole’s P.O.V.

“Miss, your tea is to be served momentarily, would you like any other things to go with it?”

It was unusually noisy at Le Bernardin today. The same waiter stopped by my place for the third time already. I forgave him the second time he came, because he was working so hard for a young lad. He’s never going to make it out here. Funny how these pesky people still try. Now that he’s come for another time though, this I cannot forgive. It’s been 15 minutes since I’ve ordered my tea and it hasn’t even arrived yet! I ought to fire the manager of this restaurant.

I looked up from my phone and gave the boy a cold look.

“For the last time young man, I do not want anything else. You have two choices, to either walk away nicely or to have me fire you on the spot.” I did indirectly own this place. Perks of being a rich young woman in the business world.

“…”

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

“I apologize, miss. But please don’t fire me…I really need this job.”

I sighed in frustration. The poor boy looked like he was in verge of tears. I looked around and placed a hundred dollar tip in his hands.

“Just don’t do it again, okay?”

“I won’t. I promise.”

Harry’s face appeared in my head.

When I pleaded him to never leave me.

“I won’t. I promise.”

He lied.

“Good. Don’t mention about the tip too, or else you’ll be really fired. You got me?” I smirked in his direction. He smiled back.

“Sure thing, miss.”

Maybe this kid does have a chance in this world after all.

* * *

I sat in the black Rolls Royce while holding the grip by the window tightly.

I was to forget about Harry. I can’t believe such small little words would cause his face to resurface. My hatred with him burned further. I knew I had to let him go because I should. I have to. He’s part of my horrible past. That ugly, horrifying incident that changed my life for good.

He’s dead and gone to me.

But why does the thought of him pain me so?

“Miss Nicole? Miss Nicole!”

I snapped back at the driver. “Yes?”

“I apologize for interrupting, miss, but sir would like to speak to you.”

Michael? What does he want with me now?

“I got it, just pass the phone line over.”

“Understood, miss.”

I pressed on the button to set him on loudspeaker. I never liked to bring my hand phone with me so he got me a car with a phone. How sweet.

“Nicole?” His gruff voice appeared from the other line.

“Yes, Michael?”

“I have something to request of you.”

“Anything, my love.”

“I need you to fly to London.”

No. Wait. Why?

“Where to?” Please, anywhere but-