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“I think your card’s been cloned. Or stolen. I don’t know, but someone’s just tried to spend over one hundred grand on it in Harrods.”
I stop dead in my tracks.Oh fuck.Just one day. All I wanted was one simple, uncomplicated, stress-free day with Ava.
“The bank just called me,” she goes on. “They couldn’t get through to you. I’ve told them to freeze your card.”
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Jesse?”
I cringe, looking around me, like a rack of clothes might offer me a way out of this. I have nothing, so I just hum.
“Did you hear a word I just said?” she asks.
“Yeah, I heard.”
“Good.”
Fuck me, I should have anticipated the fraud department at my bank would flag a transaction of that scale.
“I’ll call Harrods,” Sarah says. “See if they can give me any details on the person trying to use your card.”
Fucking, fuck, fuck, fuck.“It was me, Sarah,” I breathe.
“What?” She laughs. “You?”
“Yes, me. I’m in Harrods now, so you can stop panicking. There’s no one trying to steal my millions.” Somehow, I don’t think Sarah will agree with that.
“What on earth are you buying for that kind of money?”
My face bunches, a stressed hand running through my hair. “It doesn’t matter.” I can’t do this now. This whole experience has been a stress-fest already, without Sarah throwing in her thoughts. “I’m not done shopping yet, either, so can you call the bank and tell them to unfreeze my card?”
“I’m too busy getting ready for tonight. You have the number for your personal bank manager in your phone. Call her yourself.”
I let out a long, loud sigh. Great. The bank manager who hates me. I bet she’s dying to offer her assistance. “Fine.”
“And you said you’d be here to help.”
“I’m busy right now.” I hang up. “Fuck it all to hell,” I hiss, scrolling through my contacts, trying to remember her name. Julie, Julia. “Juliette!” I press down on her name and inhale, taking my phone to my ear.
“Juliette Cooke,” she says in answer, and I raise my brows. Still going by her married name, then?
I clear my throat and stand taller. “Juliette, hi, it’s Jesse Ward.”
Silence.
“I’m shopping in Harrods. I believe there’s an issue with my card.”
“Yes, our fraud department flagged a transaction. Your girlfriend confirmed it was fraudulent and froze your card.”
“She’s not my girlfriend.” I shake my head. “And Sarah, mycolleague, was mistaken. I have my card and it was me using it. I need you to unfreeze it so I can pay.”
“No problem,” she replies, clipped. “I’ll make a call and have that done as soon as I’m back at my desk.”
“How long will that be?”
“I’m just about to go into a meeting with a client, so as soon as I’m finished I’ll start the process.”
My jaw rolls, my temper flaring. “I need it to happen now. I’m in the store, and I need to pay.”
