Twisted Fate

Nicolas Anderson had just gone for thirty minutes when he realised his wallet was missing.

Where had he kept it? He remembered keeping it in his back pocket before walking out of the hotel room.

Where had he left it now? Or could it be that woman he bumped into while he was going towards the elevator?

Who is she? He can’t describe her because he deliberately was not interested in looking at her. He was hiding his Identity and didn’t want anyone to know or recognise him.

She didn’t see his face, that he was certain. But he also didn’t see her face. He cannot describe her other than the fact that she’s a woman.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

He quickly called the technician who he asked to delete the surveillance if he had already done it and the latter said, immediately he hung up on their last conversation, he deleted the recording of the entire corridor and stairs.

He asked if everything was alright and Nicolas said yes, everything was just fine.

He hoped the fellow would be a gentleman or no, a lady and she would call and return his wallet.

There isn’t anything in it besides his passport and a few dollars. He had been careful enough not to be careless with his Identity information.

He needed to return and check if it dropped on the floor. He ordered his chauffeur to reverse and return to the hotel.

He did and now, Nicolas had removed his black suit and had only his plain shirt on. He looked kind hearted and smiled at the receptionist.

He took the elevator to the floor and looked around. There was nothing. He looked at the corridor and walked towards the entrance of the room he just came out from, nothing was on the floor.

Then he returned to the receptionist. He asked him if perhaps anyone finds a wallet and returned it to her, she should just contact him immediately.

He had misplaced his wallet and didn’t know where exactly he had kept it. The receptionist said alright. She would call him immediately if there was anything of such.

He should be calm. If he truly misplaced the wallet in their hotel, he can be rest assured that he would get it back soon.

Nicolas Anderson smiled and said okay. He went out and returned to his car. He might probably have left the wallet in the hotel room.

Kate Nuttal returned to her office. She would return the wallet to its owner. She checked through it and found no ID card besides a passport.

She was interested in searching the wallet for his contact. She would simply drop it off at the reception on her way out of the hotel.

Few hours later, it was evening and Kamal called Kate Nuttal. He said he was going to pick her off work and the latter readily agreed.

When he took Kate to dinner, he told her he felt he had met her sometime ago and he had a crush on her immediately. It was love at first sight.

He had come to find her and decided to find her in her office. He didn’t know he would bump into her at where he did.

He expressed his sincere apologies for not seeking her consent before kissing her, it was too sudden that he didn’t think properly before acting.

He couldn’t hide his excitement of finding her, hence he lashed out kisses on her lips.

Kamal quickly took the juice in front of him and sipped. His forehead was sweaty already. He didn’t know when he became a master liar like this.

For God’s sake, he hadn’t met the woman sitting in front of him before. Maybe she’s married or not, he didn’t know.

He sipped the glass of juice down again and smiled. He saw she was excited at his words and that made him swallow hard: A perfect lie.

“Oh, you came for me? Wow. I was going to ask if perhaps you had a meeting with someone in room 209 before we bump into each other” Kate asked, feeling helpless.

Kamal’s smile gradually lessened. Room 209 was the room Jim went into and he knew he went to meet someone and he really wanted to know who that person was.

Has anything happened? He hoped the rascal had not committed a crime that they were looking for him? He felt his throat dry.

“No.. is there a problem?” Kamal looked concerned, holding her hand and giving it a soft squeeze.

“No, it’s nothing serious. Shortly after you got into the elevator, I bumped into the man who came out of that room and in the process his wallet dropped.

I initially wanted to give it to the receptionist but I realised maybe the person was a friend of yours. So I decided to ask you first.

But if not, I will return it to the receptionist first thing tomorrow morning” Kate explained.

Kamal became uneasy. He needed to take a look at the wallet. It might contain any information that might be of help.

“Oh… I didn’t go see anyone, I came particularly for you” Kamal insisted. At this point, he cannot say otherwise, if he doesn’t want to blow his own cover.

“It’s not a problem. I will return it first thing tomorrow morning”Kate flippantly replied.

She wants them to talk about them and how he first met her. She is trying to remember where she might have met him before, but she cannot remember anything about it.

“The CCTV camera would have helped” Kamal made a suggestion. He doesn’t want them to close the topic of the wallet.

If they do, she might ask him where they had met before. It’s not easy to tell lies. He hadn’t conceived any other one yet and besides, he wants to take a look at the wallet.

“I went to the technical unit, the CCTV footage went faulty. I couldn’t get any recording” Kate declared.

Kamal’s forehead went blank.