Chapter 4
Chapter Four
London
I was sitting in the back of the cab when I opened his wallet. It was stuffed with cash and a couple of credit cards. I didn’t see a driver’s license, so I pulled out one of his business cards:
Damien Prescott, CEO
The Prescott Group
276 5th Avenue, New York, NY
“Where to, lady?” the cab driver asked.
“276 5th Avenue, please.”
The driver pulled up to the curb. Was this a coincidence? I was doing a freelance project for the Prescott Group.
“Can you wait for me, please? I have to drop this wallet off, and then I’ll need you to take me to my Airbnb.”
“Of course.” He kindly smiled.
I entered the building, and the doorman asked if I needed help.
“I’m looking for the Prescott Group,” I spoke.
“Take the elevator up to the fifth floor. Someone will be there to help you when you get off.”
“Thank you.” I smiled.
I took the elevator up to the fifth floor. I wasn’t looking forward to seeing that rude man again and prayed he had gone home from the airport. That was wishful thinking on my part. He needed his wallet, and with the very little I knew about him, I was sure he was in an uproar over losing it.
“Can I help you?” a nice redheaded woman asked as I stepped out of the elevator.
“I’m looking for Damien Prescott.”
“I’m sorry, but Mr. Prescott is busy. Is there something I can help you with?”
“I found his wallet.” I held it up.
“Oh. Thank God. He’s been a tyrant ever since he got back. Go down the hallway and make a right. His office is at the end. You can give it to his secretary, Joslyn.”
“Thank you.” I smiled.
I walked down the hallway to the end and made a right. When I turned the corner, I saw a desk with a nameplate that said “Joslyn” and a woman in her mid-forties with sandy-brown shoulder-length hair sitting behind it on the phone. She stared at me with a look that I couldn’t quite describe.
“Give me a moment,” she whispered as she held up her finger.
I held Damien’s wallet up, and her eyes widened. She quickly hung up the phone.
“Is that—”
“Yes. This is Mr. Prescott’s wallet. He left it in his seat on the airplane.”
“God bless you, honey. Did you have to sit next to him?” she whispered.
“Yes.”
“I’m so sorry.”
All of a sudden, his office door opened.
“Joslyn,” he shouted. “What the hell?” He looked at me, and his eyes widened. “You. Are you fucking stalking me?”
“Honestly, I couldn’t stalk you because I didn’t even know your name. So how would I stalk you?” I held up his wallet. “You left this in your seat.”
“My wallet.”
I handed it to him, and he quickly opened it and counted his cash.
“It’s all there, Mr. Prescott. Trust me, I’m not interested in your money, and I’m not a thief.”
“You can never be too careful these days,” he calmly spoke. “You went out of your way to bring this to me?”
“Yes. I knew you must have been freaking out. Plus, I wanted to spare the poor souls in this office who work for you.”
I heard a snicker come from Joslyn. He held his finger up and pursed his lips.
“Thank you,” he finally spoke.
“You’re welcome. I hope the rest of your day goes better, Mr. Prescott.” I turned and walked away.
I climbed into the cab and thanked the driver for waiting for me.
“Where to?” he asked.
I pulled up the email on my phone.
“525 West 28th Street, please.”
I stepped inside my new studio Airbnb which would be my home for one month.
I rolled my suitcase into the bedroom and looked around the small space.
It was beautifully decorated in a mix of light and dark gray.
Walking over to the living room window, I stared at the city I’d always dreamed of seeing.
I let out a long yawn, and my eyes felt heavy.
It had been an exhausting day, and I needed to take a nap before I ventured into the big city.