New York Rain

“Sure I’ll send a car to pick her up. What’s her address?” Harold asked.

“Alright I’ll let her know.” Jack responded.

“Thank you Jack, I’ll remember this favor.” Harold promised.

He hung up the phone happy and looking forward to seeing her again. If only his little time with the maid would have satisfied him more his day might actually be going perfectly.

Harold figured he’d call his other connections and have them dig in a bit deeper to Sandra Sims past. If they hurried he could have a full report of her life before he met her later.

He knew better than anyone that a gold digger could have many tools in her bad. Maybe she had seen he was on to her so she switched her plan. Instead she had pulled the “I don’t care” card on him.

Harold could imagine it happening. His past life with Emily was easy to find out about. A good gold digger might even research about him and learn that his wife had been poor. In fact, he knew there was more than one interview where he had been quoting as saying. “I fell in love with her when I found out she didn’t care about my money!’

So it was possible that Sandra could have read this somewhere. When he had told her he knew what she was, he had given up his hand. “Yep I need to get the boys on the job right away.”

He picked up his phone and made a couple of calls. “Yes a full background check. Everything you can pull up. Also I want details of the men she’s dated. Yes you heard me right. Alright I need it before 1 pm.” Harold figured an hour to read up on her would be enough.

That gave his guy a few hours to come up with everything he could. Harold looked forward to learning all he could about her. For now he figured he would just take a quick nap.

Chapter 9

She looked at the phone and saw it was Jack calling her back. Sandra was tempted to let it go to voice mail. “It would serve him right black mailing me to see this man.” She said a loud. But she finally picked it up.

“Hello Jack.”

“He’ll send a car to pick you up around 12:30 or 1:00.” Jack told her.

“Oh thrill, and where per say is this car taking me? That is if I get in it!” Sandra stated.

“Sandra please don’t mess with me.” Jack said.

“Fine Jack I’ll go, but I want you to know I am not happy about this at all.” She said firmly.

“You’ve already made that clear earlier.” Jack stated.

“What am I supposed to wear to this meeting? What am I supposed to say? Jack this is a nearly impossible situation for me to be in.” Sandra said.

“Just don’t be rude.”

“That’s a lot of help. You tell me to the guy who I told off last night. I think it’s a little late to tell me to not be rude.” Sandra stated.

She heard Jack sigh. “Yes it’s a little late. But please don’t add to it.”

“I’ll try, that’s all I can promise.”

They hung up and Sandra began to wonder what she should wear to meet a man she hated. Maybe hate was a big word, but he was part of a crowd that one times too many had made her feel inferior.

Looking through her closet she finally picked a nice black dress. It hung on her perfectly. She’d gotten many compliments in the past about this dress. “Why am I even worried about what I look like when I meet him? I should go in my jeans and t-shirt!”

That was it she decided that was exactly how she was going to go too. She knew if she dressed up he would think she was trying to impress him. As far as she was concerned she didn’t need to impress him. “He’d do good trying to impress me.”

She didn’t know where this hatred of the ultra-rich came from for sure. In college she had met plenty of rich people. She had been friends with a few of them even, but only the ones who were normal like her. They had been the people who you often had no clue they had money.

Her first boyfriend had been one of them. She thought back to Jason Jones. He was something else. He had dated her and offered to show her the world. However, in the long run his wondering eye had cost them a lot.

“No it wasn’t his eye wondering at all. If it had just been that we might still be together.” She said out loud.