Thirty minutes later, Nicholas heard the familiar chime of his doorbell. He opened the door to find Morgan standing there, her sharp eyes immediately taking in his tensed demeanour. He let her in. "Nicholas," she greeted curtly, stepping inside. "You said things were getting complicated. What's going on?" She asked him. He motioned for her to follow him into the living room. As she settled onto the couch, he poured himself another drink, offering her one which she declined with a wave of her hand. "It's about Maya's inheritance," he began, leaning against the mantle. "Bob Fisher and his fiancée, Maya, are convinced they were scammed and are holding me responsible. Bob even accused me of being involved." He said to her, Morgan's expression didn't change, but he could see the gears turning in her mind. She was always good at assessing situations quickly and coming up with solutions. "Why would they think you were involved?" she asked. "Because I was the one who introduced them
Nicholas adjusted his tie as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He let out a heavy sigh. He honestly didn't want to be here, at Lindsay and Mal's wedding, but he knew he had to show up. For Lindsay's sake, if nothing else. As he walked out of his room, his father approached him. He wore a wane smile when he noticed Nicholas' demeanour. He really felt bad that he was going to go through with this. "Nicholas," Justin said, his voice calm and steady. "Are you ready?" He asked his son. Nicholas nodded his head. He was trying too hard to cheer up. To not look like this bothered him at all even though his father knew very well that it did. "As ready as I'll ever be." He said in a somewhat chirpy voice. "Good," Justin replied. He placed a reassuring hand on his son's shoulder and tapped calmly. "Remember, today is about Lindsay and Mal. Let's focus on making it a memorable day for them." He told his son. Nicholas forced a smile at that. "Of course, Dad. Let's get going."
The following day, Nicholas awoke grudgingly with a call. He winced when the light from the windows entered his eyes and he groaned so painfully. "Hello," he said in a gruff voice. "Nicholas, we've got a lead on Vincent Laramie," Morgan said in an urgent tone. Her voice was harsh, and she didn't even bother to say good morning to him. "I need you to come to my office right away." She told him. Nicholas groaned out loud. "I'll be there as soon as I can," he said to her. After ending the call, Nicholas sat up and rubbed his temples. His head pounded, so painfully reminding him of the previous night's drinking. Despite his physical discomfort, he felt a glimmer of determination. This lead on Vincent Laramie was crucial. Just as he was about to get ready, someone knocked on the door and his father stepped into the room. "Morning, son. You don't look too well." He said as he observed him. "Rough night," Nicholas admitted as he rubbed at his temples. "Want to get some air? Mayb
Nicholas awoke the next morning with a newfound purpose. The arrest of Vincent Laramie had been a big victory to himself and his team. He couldn't let the weight of the past hold him back any longer. After a quick shower and breakfast, he received another call from Morgan. "Morning, Nicholas," she greeted him, her tone lighter than usual. "I wanted to give you an update. Vincent's being held without bail, and our evidence is solid. He won't be slipping through our fingers this time." She informed him. Nicholas felt relieved at that. "That's good to hear, Morgan. What's next?" He asked her as he regarded her. "We've got a lot of work to do to untangle his network, but we've made a solid start. Take the day off, you deserve it." She told him and he nodded his head at that. "Thanks, Morgan," Nicholas said, appreciating her understanding. He ended the call and decided to take his father's advice seriously. It was time to start living his life again. He was in fact no longer
Nicholas found himself embracing life more fully, and his attraction to Charlotte deepened. They spent weekends exploring new places, sharing quiet evenings at home, and enjoying each other's company in a way that felt effortless and right. One Saturday afternoon, Nicholas and Charlotte decided to take a trip to a nearby vineyard. The rolling hills and lush greenery provided a picturesque backdrop for their day together. As they walked hand in hand through the rows of grapevines, Nicholas felt a profound sense of contentment. "Isn't this place beautiful?" Charlotte said, her eyes sparkling with delight. "It is," Nicholas agreed, smiling at her. "I'm glad we came here." They found a quiet spot overlooking the vineyard and sat down on a blanket, enjoying a picnic they had brought along. As they sipped on wine and chatted, Nicholas felt a surge of emotion. He had never imagined he could feel this happy again. "Charlotte," he said, his voice serious, "there's something I want to talk
"Language," Nicholas said, shielding Jessica from him. "You want to call off the engagement, go ahead and do it!" He says picking his keys as he storms off threatening Sam."And you?I'll find you and make sure you're erased from the surface of the earth!!""I'm used to threats like this" He said smiling. "Can we eat now?!" Sam said."I don't have an appetite," Jessica said. "Thank you Mr Sam" she says, picking her purse."Do you need a ride?" Nicholas asked her. As he stared at her and then to Sam who was busy observing everyone."No I'm good, guess I'll see around?" She said smiling to Nicholas. "We could finish our game some time"."I'd be honoured" Nicholas said as he watched Jessica leave. Then turns to Sam, " what would you like to eat?" Nicholas asked him, impressed at the treasure next to him."Oh it's time already". Sam says smiling as they place an order."Is she the one behind the abduction?" Nicholas asked as he received his order."Well I looked that up too, I'm not sure y
Nicholas confidently strode into the high-end boutique, he had walked in with Lindsay at his side. This had to be the most expensive boutique the vicinity had and he was glad he chose this place. The store's sleek, modern design was a far cry from the places he once used to frequent while he was still.... you know. Now, his newfound success demanded that he mingled with and shopped with the high and mighty. As they both moved through the aisles which were filled with racks of designer clothing, Nicholas couldn't stop himself from letting out a small smile as he walked, he watched Lindsay choose the clothing and was in awe. He never knew she knew what was in vogue in the fashion world. She had usually always been the nerdy, glassed assistant of his and now this new part of her was all the more intriguing dared he say, fascinating. Her eye for fashion was simply impeccable, and the way she moved with an air of confidence about her, that he simply found it mesmerising."Lindsay," Nichol
Maya continued to pace around the room, trying but failing obviously, to calm herself. "Sorry isn’t going to cut it." She told Shawn . "I’ve got enough on my plate without dealing with your irresponsibility." She said to him, She sank onto the couch, her anger giving way to evident frustration and helplessness. Shawn, not knowing what else to do, approached her cautiously, he cautiously and anxiously took a seat beside her. "Maya, talk to me. What’s really going on?" He asked her. She let out a sigh as her fingers moved to rub at her temples. They massaged the spot so tenderly but that wasn't taking away the migraine that she felt. "It’s just... everything is falling apart." She said while Shawn watched her. " Nicholas is thriving, and Bob... Bob is drowning in debt. I thought he was my ticket out of this mess, but he’s dragging me down with him." She said, She almost felt like crying. Shawn knew all of these, he was there in fact at that engagement party when those people