“Is she the one that dented your limousine this morning?”
Harrison frowned. “How did you know about that?”
“I saw it on the monitors as it unfolded, sir.”
“Oh. Right. Yes, she’s the one. Get her info.”
“I already background her. Give me two minutes to pull it up,” the chief said, and Harrison ended the call.
Carter was smiling. “She dented your limo? Something that belongs to you? I would have loved to see your reaction.”
Harrison continued to play the video. “Here it is,” he said to Carter. But Carter was surprised when the young lady kicked the limo, denting it, and Harrison did nothing.
He looked at his boss. “No reaction?”
There was a reaction, alright, Harrison thought, but not like he meant. “Why are you in my office anyway? Or are you just nosy like that?”
“I dropped by to see if you wanted to go to dinner with us. Archie and Dalton would like you to join us. They want to run a potential startup deal by you.”
“Always work.”
“Always.”
“Dinner where?”
“They haven’t decided. Probably Delmonico’s.”
Then Harrison’s desk intercom buzzed. It was his security chief. “Her name is Jayda Robinson. She’s a delivery driver who also waits tables at the Sandhurst restaurant.”
Harrison had a thought. “Is she working at Sandhurst tonight?”
“Let me check.” Harrison was placed on hold. He looked at Carter. “Ever heard of it?”
“Sandhurst? Not really, no.”
It took a couple minutes, but then the chief came back on the line. “She’s working tonight, sir. She works every night from eight till closing.”
“Perfect.” Harrison stood up and grabbed his suit coat from the back of his chair.
“Do you want me to send somebody over there to confront her, sir?” his security chief asked over the intercom.
Harrison frowned. “Confront her about what?”
“The damage she did to your limousine.”
“No. Of course not,” he added as he began putting on his suitcoat. “Consider that matter closed.”
“Yes sir.”
Harrison pressed the end call button. Then he looked at Carter. “I accept your dinner invitation.”
“Let me guess: We’re going to this Sandhurst place?”
Harrison smiled, but he did not answer. He left the office, with Carter hurrying behind him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jayda made it to work with three minutes to spare. She hurried through the back entrance of the popular, albeit low-budget restaurant, and punched in. Once she was on the clock, she exhaled. She was never late for work, but was always on the verge of being late. Which was another part of her personality, that always on the verge stuff, that she knew she needed to straighten up too.
