Chasing Her

CHAPTER 2

Living in London did not have the luxury of the oceanic views, or the sunny weather, or the huge palace like homes, but it had become home for her. After so long, you grow accustomed to certain aspects of current life and that becomes home, the thing you pine for during long hard days at the office.

Her office reflected that of a long-lost American. There was a tiny American flag in one corner of her office, with beach motifs running throughout the entire office. There was a Disneyland 3D entrance gate model on a shelf, accompanied by a black, old pair of Minnie Mouse ears. Life had changed in an instant. She had gone from stretching every dollar to being able to throw money down the drain if she wanted. Growing up with nothing had taught her to value a dollar. She lived within her limits, but modestly. She had not visited the USA since she had left. She must not be found.

I was not one for driving, that was the benefit of living in London. There is the subway. Everything is so close that there truly is no need for vehicles. The ones I have are merely investments suggested by my financial advisors. As I was exiting out of my building, another exciting purchase, I notices the beginnings of fall. The leaves going through their annual change was always such a muse. I was excited to go home and unwind by weaving tales of intricate impossible love. For having a publishing company, you would think I would publish my books like nothing, but not a single word of mine had seen the light of day. They lived archived by date written in my hard drive just waiting for someone to put them out of their misery.

Finally, at home.

She had grown up with the necessities. She needed nothing but wanted everything. She was never bullied because of the lack of stuff, but she always found a way to alienate herself because she was inferior. Not anymore. This time she was CEO, millionaire and living the American dream in a foreign country.

Heartbreak is a thing written about with such frequency you would think, it is the one thing that is so understood, the formula for overcoming had to exist.

There was a surprise awaiting Lyric when she got to her penthouse that afternoon. After having to chase her umbrella down the street, she really was not in the mood for a surprise. She just wanted her bath, a glass of wine, and the soft, dulcet tones of Bach while she read a tantalizing novel by a breakthrough author. That would not be the case today. There was a large gift box waiting for her in the foyer, being dropped off by the doorman. The packaging was slick, chic, and elegant. Probably a PR package from an author's agent to get her to publish.

This meant yet another author had found her address. She would have to have yet another lengthy conversation with legal regarding this aspect again. This would be the fourth author that found her address. That was unacceptable. That was what the mailing address for the company was for.

There was no note on the outside of the box besides, For Lyric. Handle with Care. She took the box and went into the living room. She lit the fireplace and poured herself a glass of wine. she took dinner from the fridge and placed it in the oven to heat. She returned to the box and took a sip from her wine. her life was about to be turned upside down. From the box she pulled a brand-new MacBook. The laptop was still in the original packaging. Under the laptop, an opened iPad. This was not where the manuscript for a book was kept. In fact, there was no indication that this was a PR box. There was a single note at the bottom of the box, "finally paid an old debt. See you sooner rather than later" typed, not handwritten. No way to know where the box was coming from. But she knew, she absolutely knew where this was coming from. He had found her. And she knew how.