Unwanted Heat

Nicholas

I can’t believe I’m about to tell Kenzie everything that she did. I haven’t talked to anyone about her since the truth came out. Not since the world as I knew it was completely turned upside down. Everyone knows to dare not mention her name around me. If it were up to me, I would erase that time in my life entirely. It’s amazing how things are when you take a step back and really look at what you thought you had. Looking back to that time, I can’t figure out how I was so blind to what she was doing to me. I

pride myself at being able to recognize when people are lying or trying to use me; yet for the first time someone completely deceived me.

“It’s been more than two years, but obviously the damage she did still haunts me to this day. It’s been a long time since I allowed myself to consider trusting a woman again.”NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“What did she do to you, Nicholas?” Kenzie sits up in the lounge chair so she can face me.

“She nearly ruined me; she nearly cost me everything,” I cringe at the thought of what could have happened. “Harper interviewed me for an article that was to be featured in some small paper. It was supposed to be her first article that she wrote alone. The interview itself sucked; it was boring, her questions weren’t unique and the answers could have easily been found on the internet had she typed my name into google. I only remembered the interview because she seemed so full of herself that day, yet was clearly unprepared for the interview itself. She hadn’t memorized the questions, she constantly had to refer back to her notes and the recorder she brought didn’t work.”

“Sounds like a rough interview.”

“I didn’t see her again for a year or maybe it was close to two years later. We ended up attending the same charity fundraising event that was being held at a hotel downtown. She was there as a guest of her father’s, whom I’ve done business with in the past. We both had too much to drink that night, one thing led to another and before I knew it, we were upstairs in a hotel room.

“From there we… I guess you could say we used each other whenever the need arose. For the first few months, that’s all it was… just sex. Eventually though she started staying over at my place and things started to shift between us. Suddenly she was calling or coming over more, initially it bothered me but… I know this sounds crass… the sex was good and she was convenient. It’s hard to look back and think about when things started to change, but somehow we moved from a sexual relationship to something more. We started spending more time together, attending events or going out together. At one point I remember thinking she was perfect. She did everything to try to please me: she changed her plans to see me whenever something came up, she enjoyed the same things I did… But you know what the weird thing was?”

“What?” Kenzie quietly asks.

“She never argued with me. She never had a different opinion from mine. She never disagreed with anything I did or a decision I made. At the time I stupidly thought that meant we were perfect together. I realize now it was just part of her plan.”

“Her plan?”

“Eventually our relationship moved to the next level; she told me she loved me. I had never been in love before so I thought what we had was real. I believed her when she said she loved me. Looking back I realize now that I only saw what she wanted to me to see. I realize now that the reason she seemed so perfect for me was because that’s what she wanted me to think.”

“What happened?”

“Looking back, I can see how things changed, but at the time I couldn’t and refused to believe that she was doing anything wrong. I was convinced of the image that Harper wanted me to see; I believed she was perfect.”

“No one’s perfect,” Kenzie sighs heavily… I think she is more talking to herself than to me.

“They’re not, but at the time I was too blinded to see that. Which is the ironic part: put me in a board room and I can tell you within five minutes who is lying and who is only there for the money. Yet when it came to my personal life, I completely misjudged her and it almost cost me everything.

“I didn’t live at The Accord back then, I had a condo that was a pretty decent size but one that didn’t have guest quarters for Julie and Carter. Carter would stay in one of the spare bedrooms and Julie would come during the day but leave after dinner. One day Julie came over earlier than normal, which I had known about but didn’t tell Harper about because she wasn’t supposed to be there at that time either. Julie walked into Harper going through my office. Julie said she was working on my computer and going through my files. The computer didn’t surprise me-I had given her the password one day when she was having issues with her laptop and she needed to order something for her dad. I blew off what Julie said about her going through my files. Why I didn’t think she was snooping on me then I have no idea….”

“Because you trusted her.”

“I did. I was stupid and thought that when someone told you they loved you that they wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. A couple weeks later the head of my financial department demanded a meeting with me. This doesn’t happen often, so I know when he asks for a meeting, something major is going on. Only it wasn’t just my head of finance who was there, he also brought my head of IT at PFS. My finance guy said that over the last three months there was evidence of small amounts being withdrawn from several of my business accounts for expenses that couldn’t be reconciled. My initial thought, of course, was that an employee in one of those departments was stealing from me. I demanded answers immediately with photographic proof of who it was so we could go after them.”

“It was her, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” I shake my head still amazed to this day how stupid I was. “Carter knew I would want photographic evidence of the thief so he had already secured that with my head of IT beforehand. He had several pictures of Harper making purchases using credits cards that were designated to certain departments within PFS. They were small purchases; nothing that would immediately raise red flags… a few hundred dollars here, a thousand or so there… I know it sounds like a lot of money but you have to remember that we literally have hundreds of employees who hold

PFS issued credit cards… ”

“How did she get the credit card?”

“That took some more digging because we have systems in place at PFS to prevent things like this from happening. All credit card applications require two signatures; the head of the finance department and mine. I often bring work home so it’s not unusual for these types of documents to be in my home. I never once considered it would be an issue. I’ve worked with Julie and Carter long enough now that trusting them isn’t ever a question. When I first hired them, I would make sure everything was locked up before I would leave the apartment. But over the years they have proven that I could trust them, so I stopped locking as many things up.”

“She stole one of the credit card applications from you?”

“She did. She somehow changed the name on the application and the address that the card should be mailed to. She had the credit card issued in her name and mailed to her home address. Asher, my head of IT at PFS, tracked the purchases, accessed security footage from the stores where the credit cards were used and found out it was Harper who was using the cards. In total, over the three months, she spent more than sixty thousand dollars on various purchases for herself.”

“Holy shit.”

“That’s not the worst part.”

“What could be worse than that?” Kenzie asks in complete disbelief.

“When confronted with the photographic proof of Harper stealing from me, I was left with the decision of what to do. On one hand, this was the woman I supposedly loved and who loved me. On the other hand, there was no disputing the evidence that she was in fact stealing from me.

“I dismissed my team and told them I needed to think before I could figure out how to proceed. Part of me wanted to call the police and have her arrested, but the other part of me was still trying to figure out why she would do something like that. That’s the part that to this day I still don’t understand. You see, Harper is from money; her parents are very wealthy, so she didn’t need it. Everything she has ever wanted has been handed to her. Her full education was paid for by her parents, she was given a brand new condo and high end car at graduation, had credit cards of her own her parents paid off monthly… she didn’t want for anything. Yet she stole sixty thousand dollars from me… to buy things that her parents would have bought her: a new laptop, gas for her car, plane tickets, hotel rooms, rental cars…”

“What did you do?”

“I cancelled my plans with her for that evening; I lied and told her I needed to work late or something, I think. I knew I needed time alone to process what just happened before I could determine my next moves. A couple of hours later, Carter had Melody… you met her at my office, she’s my personal assistant.” Kenzie nods. “He had her clear my schedule then came into my office and said we needed to get home immediately. That’s where things got worse… ”

“What did she do to?”