One Wild Night

After seeing Tom and Lucy off, Harry excused himself and went into his bedroom to change out of his work clothes, while Aaron went to the kitchen to fix dinner.

Immediately Harry walked inside his bedroom and took off his jacket and tie, he dialed Philip's line, and the call connected almost immediately.

"Oh! I wasn't expecting you to call back so soon," Philip said with a pleased smile.

Right from their days in college he had always wanted to be a part of Harry's and Tom's friendship, but the duo had been too close that tagging with them made anyone else feel like an extra.

"If it's not a good time we can talk later..."

"No. It's fine. So have you decided on a suitable time for us to hangout? I was thinking we could go on a boat cruise. You both could come with your partners. It would be nice to meet the ladies my friends are dating. What do you think?" Philip asked eagerly.

"I haven't decided. I would need to agree with Tom on that first. I actually called because I was wondering if you saw my dad with anyone at the restaurant," Harry asked curiously.

"Yes. I saw him standing by a table with two ladies, and he left with a younger lady," Philip said, and Harry nodded.

"Can you help me find out who the other lady is?" Harry asked, and Philip chuckled.

"Why do you sound like your dad is having an affair and you're tying to find out who he is seeing?" Philip asked in amusement, and Harry laughed dryly.

"I should know if I'm going to be having a stepmom soon, don't you think so?" Harry asked, and Philip laughed.

"Alright. I will find out if a reservation was made. That way I can know who she is. If not, I will get a photo from the CCTV footage and send to you," Philip promised.

"If it wouldn't be too much of a bother, can you do it right now?" Harry asked hopefully, and even though Philip had been on his way out of the restaurant, he turned around.

"Sure. I'll call you back," Philip said before hanging up the call.

Done with the phone call, Harry took off his clothes as he contemplated on what to do with whatever information Philip would give him. Confront his father? Or keep it to himself and look into it? Why did his father confide in Tom and Lucy, but not him?

He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed as he walked into the bathroom for a quick shower. While in the shower, he heard his phone ring and quickly washed the soap off his face and ran out, thinking it was Philip, and hissed irritably when he saw that it was Aurora.

Why was she calling again when they had spoken the previous day? He mused as he ignored the call and returned to the bathroom to finish up.

Just as he finished dressing up, Philip called back, "Sup?"

"The lady's name is Sara. Sara Walker. Her assistant made the reservation. I guess your dad has a thing for models," Philip said in a teasing tone, and Harry raised a brow.

"She is a model?"

"Was. She was an international model, and a one time Belladonna spokesperson, according to my assistant."

An international model? He was aware that his father had been a photographer in his youth, and he was acquainted with so many models, but what was the deal with them? And why did she keep calling? Harry wondered.

"Thanks for the information. I will talk to Tom about our hangout and get back to you," Harry promised before hanging up.

Sara Walker. He could bet his last dime that she was the lady he had met in front of the restaurant. It couldn't be a coincidence that he had met that lady while leaving the restaurant and his father had met Sara there. That lady had to be the Sara bothering his father.

Wanting to confirm if they were the same person, he sat on the edge of his bed as he entered Sara's name on Google.

Immediately her name came up amongst the top search, and he narrowed his eyes when he saw that it was the same lady.

The more photos he saw the more familiar she looked, and then it struck him that he probably thought she looked familiar because he had seen a photo of her somewhere in his father's studio.

If she was this mature now, then his father probably has known her when she was younger, Harry mused as he typed on the search engine, "Young photos of Sara Walker" and his heart skipped a beat when he saw a familiar face displayed on the screen.

He turned to the photo frame by his bedside and then looked back to his phone's screen.

Without saying another word, he dialed a number on his phone, "I want you to help me look into someone. Her name is Sara Walker. This is urgent. Drop everything else you're doing and look into it immediately. Find out everything you can about her," Harry ordered, before throwing his phone on the bed.

Just what was going on? He wondered as he stared at his mother's picture for some time before leaving the bedroom to join his father in the living room.

Away from there, Jade stared at her phone speechlessly for some time as she replayed the conversation she had just had with Harry in her head.

She still couldn't come to terms with the way he had abruptly ended the call mid-sentence. Should she call him back and ask him to finish what he had been saying? She wondered as she continued to stare at her phone.

"Are you interested in..." what? Had he been about to ask if she was interested in being in a relationship with him? That was most likely it seeing as he had started by saying he was tired of the back and forth games. Jade reasoned with a wide smile.

But if that was it why didn't he complete his question? She wondered in frustration as she got off the bed and started pacing the bedroom.

She was trying to be careful this time and not do anything that she would regret. With Harry she didn't know what she was doing, and she couldn't predict what she would say if she called him back.

The same way she had not planned on talking about his relationship with Aurora, but had ended up doing so. She had been unable to ignore the pang of displeasure and jealousy that kept nagging at her as she spoke with him.

After thinking about it for some time she picked up her phone and dialed his line. She called twice and when he didn't take the call she sighed in resignation and threw her phone on the bed before walking out of the bedroom to the bar to pour herself a glass of wine.

She sighed when she remembered that her plan to have a girls' night out with Candace was no longer going to work. She would have appreciated the distraction right now seeing how she was worrying so much over relationship with Harry or rather, the lack of it, when she was supposed to be preparing for her court case.

Perhaps it was best she let nature take its course. What would be would be, she thought as she sipped from the glass.

Her ears perked up when she heard her phone ringing, and she dropped the glass and quickly hurried to the room to get her phone, thinking it was Harry.

Her brows pulled together when she saw that the call was from her boss, "Hello, Amos!" She greeted, wondering why he was calling after work hours.

"I was meaning to call you all day but I have been busy. I was informed you got them this time. Congratulations. I'm proud of you," Amos said, and Jade smiled.

"Thank you, Amos."

"Why didn't you come in to the office? The guys were all waiting to congratulate you," he said, and Jade smiled.

"I'm sorry about that. I had to rest since I couldn't sleep a wink last night," Jade explained.

"I understand. Now that you're almost done with this case, I'd like you to assist me with something I'm working on," Amos said, and Jade raised a brow.

"Did you forget what I told you yesterday?" She asked with a frown since she had made it clear to him that she was leaving after closing this case.

"I haven't forgotten. I will definitely let you go when you're done, but right now I need you to do me this favor," Amos said, and Jade sighed.

"What is it about? And why are you not asking one of the guys to do it?"

"Because you're a lady, and this requires that. Also because I believe I can trust you," Amos added.

"Alright. I'm all ears."

"It's not something I would like to discuss over the phone. I'd rather we meet in person for this discussion," Amos said, and Jade narrowed her eyes.

"I need to at least know what it is about before I decide if I want to help or not," Jade insisted, and Amos sighed.

"It's about Sara. The lady you met yesterday. The one who is searching for her lost daughter. I need you to assist me in finding her."

Jade thought about it for a moment, "Alright. Where am I meeting you?"