Nicholas drove into Harrington’s mansion, a wave of nostalgia hitting him as he saw the familiar place. This was where he had once called home, where he had grown up and spent the majority of his life. His car rolled to the garage, and he parked it. Nicholas came out of the vehicle, and he straightened out his shirt to remove the creases. His father had no idea he was coming, but it was the weekend, and Nicholas decided it was time to repair his strained relationship with his dad. While he and his dad haven’t been all up in each other’s business, they have been somewhat close. They had to be since their mom died, and his father had to take care of him. And while Nicholas likes to pretend that his father is disturbing, he likes the weekly call and checkup. But now it was practically nonexistent. Not since after their last talk. Nicholas looked at the large expanse of land surrounding the mansion, blocking the harsh rays of the sun. He took a large whiff of breath and almost regrett
"You are not inheriting the company?" The word had been echoing in Nicholas' ear. He shook his head, trying to make sure it wasn’t a dream. "You are joking, right?" He asked, but his father kept his mouth sealed. "Dad, tell me you are joking." Sebastian eyed his son, "You should know I don’t joke around, especially with something this serious." "But Dad, I have been doing everything you asked me to. Surely you can’t do this to me. I am your son, your flesh and blood; I deserve to inherit this company more than anyone." Sebastian opened a chocolate bar, and he threw one in his mouth, chewing slowly, much to Nicholas disapproval. "I am well aware that you have been doing everything I asked, all but one." "But why? How is that even going to affect the company? Who I marry doesn’t determine if it will be successful or not." "Nicholas," his father said, turning to look at him. "I did a lot of things, some unimaginable, to make this company where it is today. But it wasn’t only by my p
Nicholas was back on the road, heading for his best friend’s place. He had messaged Cameron that he needed his help, and the latter had suggested he come to his place, hence why Nicholas was on his way there.But he had made sure to pack some takeout. When Lucia learned that he was going out, she packaged the leftovers and some other dishes in the fridge and gave them to him. And Nicholas would be a fool not to collect it.He packed his car in the garage because it doesn’t look like he will be leaving anytime soon. Nicholas opened the main door, and he was face-to-face with the housekeeper.She was about to bow her head low in greeting, and Nicholas had to wave her off to prevent her from doing so. "There is no need for all that, Nancy." He always feels weird whenever an elderly person old enough to be his parent bows to him. "Is Cameron at home?""Yes, Master Cameron is in his bedroom; he has been expecting you." That was all Nicholas needed to hear before he set out, taking the stai
Mary slumped down on her bed after a hectic day at work. The babysitter has been playing with Cole, and she smiled as she saw them."Thank you, Stella, for looking after him." The girl had been a blessing in disguise."It is not a problem; I love looking after Cole, and he loves it too. Right?" She said tickling the baby, and he giggled in return. "School is resuming in the next two weeks, and I will be expected to resume.""Oh." Mary sat up; she had not thought of that."Yeah, I am just informing you on time so you can start looking for another babysitter." Stella informed her, standing up from the mat where she had been playing with Cole.She picked him up and transferred him to his cot. "Thank you for telling me; I will start looking for options. But do you have anyone you can recommend?" Mary said as she began to rack her brain. Stella had been a huge help to her, and she hated to see her go.She shook her head, her curls bouncing softly around. "I can’t think of anyone else, but
Operation Look for Mary had kicked off and was in progress. Nicholas had decided he was going to contact the police department while Cameron had volunteered to go to the orphanages, and so the search began.It was Monday morning when Nicholas set off for the police headquarters in New York. He had earlier contacted the NYPD commissioner and explained his plight, and the latter had asked that he come to his office.He didn’t go to work that day; instead, he hopped into his car and drove towards the station. Nicholas was popular, as the word popular could be, especially in New York, so he was received with warm regards.He was led to the office and asked to wait for the commissioner since he had just stepped out not too long ago to go do something.Nicholas made himself comfortable on the chair while he pressed his phone, trying to reply to a message. He had gotten tired of waiting and was able to go out and complain when the man stepped into the office."I must apologize for the delay,
Nicholas had hired a private investigator as per Cameron's request, and he had contacted him almost immediately, but he had decided to fix the meeting discreetly and online.This was someone he didn’t know, and he didn’t want anything to be linked to him, in case it blew out of proportion. Which was stupid since he was a private investigator, as his job was to investigate.But Nicholas had set up a meeting online and given him all the information he would need to locate Mary. And this time he prayed it would be successful; otherwise, he would say bye-bye to Harrington Holdings.Apart from the private investigator and the NYPD, Nicholas had taken it upon himself to search for her physically. On weekends, he and Cameron would take a drive around the neighborhood, armed with her picture and asking questions.He couldn’t continue to sit down and wait for the NYPD or the private investigator when he could do something, no matter how little. Because the more time he wastes, the more his cha
"Nicholas." Mary’s mouth was already moving before she registered what she just said. It was impossible; Nicholas couldn’t be here. But why is she seeing him here, at the restaurant?It all seemed to happen fast because someone who was coming from the back bumped into her, and Mary watched, feeling like she was in an outer body, as the tray fell down."Thud." The tray hit the ground with a thud, shattering on impact on the floor, and the noise seemed to shake her awake, and she jolted.She looked down at the mess she had made, at a loss for what to do with the person’s order now on the floor. Liz, who had been watching the scenario, came towards her.Mary bent down to start picking up the shards, but Liz stopped her. "Don’t worry, I will get it." She replied in her usual calm voice. Liz left to get a broom and a dustpan, while Mary continued standing there.She tried to pretend she didn’t know that the person in front of her wasn’t Nicholas, and she went to the next table, whose order
Amy looked at Nicholas, black orbs to blue orbs, her gaze unwavering. He didn’t seem to be backing down any time soon, and he stared at her head-on.Amy looked away; his gaze was too hot for her to handle, and she looked back at Mary. Her eyes were pleading that she should let it be and let them go. But Amy couldn’t let that happen. She had been with Mary since she came here, and she knew just how much Nicholas had hurt her, and she vowed that no one was going to hurt her friend again."That is alright; I am coming.""Amy. You can’t do this; you need to stay here; I will be fine." Mary pleaded, gently squeezing her hand."I don’t care if you will be fine or not, but I am coming with you. I am not leaving you in the hands of a man who threw you out." Nicholas whined as he heard that, and Amy eyed him in distaste. "Who knows what he would do next time?""Look. Amy, or whatever you are called, I won’t tolerate any disrespect; I know my action wasn’t exactly good, but the last thing I wil