When the shit hits the fan, it hits
Cade strolled to the front desk where they were greeted by the check in clerk. He peered over his shoulder to see Amber taking in the grandeur of the lobby, of the Waldorf Astoria. For a native New Yorker, she sure looked at the place as if seeing it for the very first time. The lobby was opulent, boasting of Italian marble, the overhead expanse of a chandelier and subtle lighting gave the area an intimate feel.
"It's so dark in here... I wonder what it looks like during the day," Amber whispered, as she nervously played with her charm bracelet.
"We'll find out in a couple of hours," Cade looked at his watch, "Would you like to go to your room?"
She nodded and they made their way to the lift, "So what kind of room do we have?"
"A luxury suite, you have your own bedroom, as do I, and we have joint facilities I think. We're on the forty second floor," Cade said stealing a glance at Amber.
"What? But that's the penthouse area," Amber said, her mouth wide open.
"One of them..." Cade replied.
"I don't understand, how does your magazine afford luxury like this? Don't get me wrong, it's great that you write and all... but it's not like a big publication, it's tiny in comparison to Vogue or GQ or... I mean, I hardly knew of it's existence until I met you," Amber said confused.
"That's why I'm here in New York to expand the magazines horizon. Besides, we don't exactly want to be Vogue a fashion magazine... or GQ... of course, I'd be lying, we want the sales side of things just not be known for being a fashion mag or lifestyle... the magazine's demographic is aimed towards the more accomplished, informative man. The man who wants to know what the hell is going on around the world, not just what's outside his front door or on the street," Cade replied.
"That's all good and dandy and I appreciate the education Cade, but your magazine isn't with the big wigs yet... so how the hell did it afford this? The Waldorf Astoria?" Amber said stepping onto the corridor of the forty second floor.
"It can't..." Cade said, putting his key into the door and the door opened. Amber stepped in and her mouth dropped open.
She turned around and looked at him, "So... what? You used your own money to stay here?"
Cade stood by the landing, he watched Amber as she stood in the middle of their suite's foyer, her hands on her hips, waiting for a reply.
"You used your own money to stay here... whatever for?" she asked in disbelief.
"For you, for us," Cade simply said.
"For me? I don't understand," Amber said, "For us?"
"I can tell, you miss New York, I can tell by the way you talk about it... I can tell by the spark in your eyes, then by the way they water because it's too painful. Because the way things ended here... it's not a place you want to go to revisit... but I want to change all that. I want to show you that it doesn't have to be this way... that sometimes good can come out of the really bad stuff," Cade pleaded. He remained standing, he wasn't going to pity her. She wouldn't want that.
"So, you're my advocate?" Amber looked straight at him.
"If you want to label it, yes... but foremost..."
"You lied to me..." she rushed past him. He grasped the sides of her arms.
"I swear to you, I didn't... not intentionally... I just want things to be..."
Amber shoved him away, "I trusted you... I trusted you and you deceived me! Why couldn't you just tell me you wanted me to come..."
"Because I knew you wouldn't... it's too hard for you... God Amber, if you only knew what it's like to see someone you deeply care about, upset, hurting... a hurt you can't get to because you don't understand or you don't know where to start."
"You won't know then, will you," Amber yelled and flew out the door.
Cade cursed and ran after her. She was standing at the lift, fuming, "Where are you going?"
"Anywhere but here," she snapped back.
"Can we go in and talk about this?" Cade asked softly.
"What's the point, you assumed what you think I needed when you lied your way to get me here... do you have any idea what it feels like to know in this very city, that the person I used to love, tried to kill me... that he's lying in a cell in this city just waiting, biding his time... to seek his revenge. I didn't want to come here, ever again! I didn't want to come here... knowing I'm closer now to him then ever... but I came back here because you wanted me to and because I thought... maybe, however minuscule the possibility was... that there would be one guy out there... one guy, who would be different... but you're all the same... all of you."
"Amber please, let's talk about this inside," Cade asked.
"No, I'm going home... back to London... where it's safe," Amber said.
"You can't run for ever Amber... you can't, it's not the way to live your life," Cade whispered.
"It's my life Cade, IT'S MY LIFE!" she yelled back.
"I'm not telling you to live your life the way I want it... I just wanted to help you..." Cade offered.
"I'm tired of people trying to dictate to me how I should live my life... I'm not a child..." Amber said, pressing the button for the lift.
"Please come inside and we can talk about this. I'm not telling you, I'm giving you a choice Amber."
"Then if this is the choice you're giving me... you'll understand... leave me alone," Amber stepped into the lift and the doors closed in his face.
Cade stood by the lift, the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He slapped his hand against the wall and stormed back into the suite. The sound of his phone, brought him back to reality with a thud. He searched through his hand carry and retrieved the phone, before it stopped ringing. He looked at his call log, it was a UK number. He called it back.
The voice of a distressed woman came on the line and he recognised the voice immediately "Is she there?"
"Millie, what's wrong?" Cade said urgently.
"Where is she Cade? Where's Amber?"
"She's just popped out," he lied, "Now, tell me what's wrong?"
"Rick's out of prison... he got out... not even on parole... he got out," Cade didn't have to ask twice. He ran out of the suite and ran into the lift, seeing the lift there waiting... without Amber. He suddenly felt cold.