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This is the first time he’s called me from his flat, though.
And for some reason, when I get out of the taxi, hugging my bag, the place doesn’t feel familiar.
It’s an up-and-coming building in the heart of New York City with security that rivals the Queen’s palace.
A flat here is worth twenty-six million dollars. I know because I heard a lady bragging about it on the phone, and she only lived in a normal flat. Not like Daniel who’s in a penthouse with special access.
The concierge, a kind old lady, smiles at me. We’ve become acquaintances over the times I’ve been running like a headless chicken and she’s helped push the button for the lift for me.
She does it again and I thank her before I type in the code to Daniel’s place.
The lift opens straight to his living area. The interior of his flat is black and blue and as impersonal as funeral services.
Yes, it’s luxurious and screams money and status, but it’s as cold and frigid as its owner.
And judging by his overloaded schedule and night fun, he barely spends time here anyway. It’s like he keeps himself busy on purpose. Why, I don’t know.
The sound of giggling reaches me and I pause, thinking I overhead something. Does he have kids over?
Who in their right mind would leave their kid with that insufferable jerk?
I step into the living room and pause when I realize it’s not a kid that’s giggling.
It’s a woman.
Two, actually.
Each one is hanging on Daniel’s arm like a hooker in a Christmas parody.
The green-eyed monster rears its head, filled with rage I’ve never experienced before.
Is this what he called me in the middle of the evening for?
Is this what I left Jay sad and heartbroken for?
You know what? That’s it.
I’ve had enough.
11
DANIEL
Nicole looks at me as if she wants to kill me then throw me to rabid dogs.
I share the feelings.
Or maybe mine go a step further.
Maybe mine is mixed with an unhinged sense of hatred that I don’t usually allow myself to feel.
A hatred that’s so childish in nature but also lethal.
The reason I chose to become a solicitor isn’t because of a warped sense of justice or even profit.
It’s because I’m vindictive. To a fault. With enough black emotions to drown the Dead Sea.
And because I’m vindictive, I’ve become colder to Nicole. I’ve turned her everyday life into hell and made sure she never goes home at a reasonable hour.
