Page 90 of One Sweet Lie
Holding a sigh, I walked out of his line of sight and rounded the building.
“Jerry?” I spotted him near a staff entrance. “Jerry, it’s me, Harlow.”
He didn’t look my way.
“Jerry, can you open that door behind you, please?”
“Ma’am, if you’re looking for someone who lives in this tower, you’ll need to go through the front door like everyone else.”
“You’re going to act like you don’t know me?”
“Idon’tknow you.” He hissed, looking right through me. “The woman I thought I knew was a reputable nanny with an agency who would never put her coworkers at risk.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Mr. Dawson suspended everyone who has ever interacted with you so he can do more thorough background checks,” he said. “He said that his judgment must be off, and he can’t trust anyone anymore.”
“I never thought?—”
“About anyone but yourself, I know.” He tossed his cigarette to the ground. “So, if you don’t mind, I have a job to do. I was only spared because, unlike you, I would never lie to someone for personal gain.”
“But I didn’t gain anything.”
“That’s even worse…” He left me standing in the cold, never once looking back.
“Excuse me, Miss?” A blond guy rushed up to me as I returned to the sidewalk. “Do you live here?”
“No,” I said. “I was just hoping to chat with an old friend.”
“Do you have your old friend’s contact information by chance?”
“Please leave me alone.”
“Have him or her call me.” He pressed his business card into my hand. “I’m willing to pay a high rate if they can give me any information on Mr. Dawson’s sudden staff restructuring. Bonus points if they can put me in touch with his nanny. I believe he’s been sleeping with her.”
I crumpled his card and left it behind.
FORTY-FIVE
PIERCE
How did I miss this for so fucking long?
That question tumbled through my mind, leaving me livid with every spin. No matter the angle or the reason, Harlow had betrayed me and it hurt like hell.
All our kisses, whispered conversations, and every moment from our very first encounter were all lies.
I tossed back my last shot of vodka and tried to bury myself in emails.
Subject:New Nanny Applicant Check
Subject: Nanny Applicant Interview
Subject: Interview Times for New Nanny
Fuck.
“I finally did it!” Olivia rushed into my office with her hands behind her back. “I made a flan-style tiramisu triple layer cupcake without burning the center.”