Jayde
"What did she say?" I watch as Harry frustratingly runs a hand over his face and through his hair as he chucks his device onto the couch opposite him. "She said she'll look into it and start an investigation but it could be up to seven days until the money hits my account. I already know it's a shit ton without even looking, Jayde." I pad across the carpeted floor while loosely wrapped inside a blanket and retrieve his phone from the cushion.
I dial in his passcode and open one of his many bank account apps. "Password?" I see his face turn a bright shade of red before he shys his eyes away from my and looks elsewhere. "It's an old password okay?" He warns before releasing the sensitive information, which I only nod to. "Jaydenharry4ever23." I squeaks out, barely even audible I thought I might've had to ask him to repeat himself but as I replay his words over and over, the sentence becomes familiar to me.
"Oh my God, Harry you still use that?" Barely even a nod in response, he covers his face with the palms of his hands and leans back onto the couch. "Yes, yes I do. That was the easiest password I could remember and it stuck for all these years." His face goes a deep shade of red from embarrassment but I think it's adorable even after all this time he still kept it from when I made it all those years ago. Nonetheless, I tap the password in and wait for authorization to pass through. Once on the main screen I click onto his main personal account and my stomach drops. "Oh no. No no no no no." Within seconds he springs up and off the couch and races to my side, snatching the phone from my hand and observing it with his own two eyes. "This is a joke right, tell me this is a fucking joke?" He stammers over and over like a broken record out of pure shock.
His eyes stayed glued to the screen and red numbers for some odd minutes before it falls from his hands, onto the floor and his looks to me with a stoical face. "They took all my fucking money. All of it's gone," He stands there's without blinking just peering down at me from pure shock. "It's not all gone because you'll be able to get it back, you've got Ronnie and me as witnesses that you didn't give consent to use your card, correct?" He slowly bobs his head back and forth, still in shock. "It'll be alright Harry, it'll all come back and when we get back home tomorrow night we can sort everything out with Michael and your finance team on Monday, okay?"
Without another word spoken he squats to the floor and picks the device up and immediately begins to dial numbers. "Whatre you doing?" I question. "Calling Michael, there's no way in hell hes stepping foot into the building ever again, he's fired, anyone he's associated with is fired. I'm stripping him from his medical care and possibly anything else-"
"Harry stop. You dont even know for sure if he was the exact one who did it, you need ti be rational and think with a straight hand right now."
"Jayde, how the hell can I stay calm when my account, my personal account, is negative twenty-thousand? The only person who's had access to that account was you and Michael but youve been glued to my hip this entire weekend and I know there's no way in hell that its you so that only leaves one other person." He paces the floor between the coffee table and the couch, grabbing at the roots of his and pulling form frustration. I wish I could tell him something, anything to give him solution as how to solve but I don't know the first place to start.
"Harry, look. I understand that situation believe me I do but you gotta realize this is Mike we're talking about. Everyone in that damn building knows that y'all are close, they'll all probably laugh at you or not even believe a word you say when it comes to him and I already know he'll play along with it just to make you look crazy. The first thing you need to do is have actual proof that it was him, build up a case so solid that he can't deny it was. Then at that point that's when you confront and attack, it'll look better on your part instead of just waltzing in tomorrow and accusing him of doing it and you have no proof." He understandingly nods and takes a seat back onto the couch.
