The Great Chatsby

Chapter 3

Coffee with Nino had created more informational for Alya than she anticipated. Not only did she learn the woes of her best friend and what she had missed since parting to the U.K.; she learned that she would not be attending Chat Noir's exclusive party alone. Did Nino know who was hosting this party? Would Nino be willing to keep watch? He had such an amazing vantage point as DJ. He would also have the perfect reason for everyone to talk to him.

"In 100 yards take a right," the GPS from Alya's phone blasted at Nino. "Then you have reached your destination."

"Should I wait here for you?" Nino asked as he pulled his car in front of the Noir de Suite.

Alya rolled her eyes. "Just park the car and follow me."

Upon opening the door to her home away from home, Alya's ears were filled with gasps of aesthetics pleasure from her friend. "This is what an apartment in this place looks like? I can't wait to see what the penthouse is like! No wonder the party will be there."

"Keep it down," Alya hushed. "I'm not exactly sure if he wants me bringing people back here."

"Your client?" Alya nodded. "He probably doesn't expect you to have a partner for this too."

"Partner? You think you've earned that title yet?

"We came here to talk didn't we? That means I'm about to become invested in this whole shenanigan as well. If I'm involved, then I am your partner."

The reporter smirked and sat on the black leather couch. "Let's start with side kick before we label you full on partner."

"We'll see," the DJ winked and joined the reporter on the couch. "Let's get business out of the way. It's nice to get an idea for the kind of venue I will being playing at."

Alya shook her head in disbelief. "I can't believe that you will be at this party as well. Will you be able to talk to people and mingle while you are dropping beats?"

"I should be able to get away and talk for some small amount of time. Why? Should I save you a dance?"

Alya reached over to Nino and smacked his hat off of his head. "Get serious. This is work for me. Work that is for an extremely important client."

"And work that you would like me to get involved in?" Nino's eyebrow raised with his smirk.

Alya turned her head to look out the window towards the Eiffel tower, cheeks slightly tinting pink. "I could use another pair of eyes to search for someone."

Nino's body relaxed. He could hear a somber tone in her voice. "Yeah, I could do that. I'm the music man, I'm going to be the main focus for a lot of people."

"You have prime real estate. I need to use that vantage point. You Need to understand that what I am about to tell you cannot be repeated to anyone, alright?" He nodded.

Alya sighed. "Where do I begin? "I guess this all actually started back in high school. My client is not the average person. I met them several times as a teenager but never really knew who they were or even their real name. They are someone I came to know and become quite comfortable around, but I never imagined that I would be someone they would ever track down to contact. They have asked me to help them find someone. I don't know the identity of this person I am looking for, but my client believes that they were close to me. It's important to me to find this person because this client is important to me."

"So who is this important client? He's loaded, got great taste in venue, and extremely private. Is this someone from high school who fell in love with a stripper or something?"