Jaydens POV
I woke up feeling lighter than I have in months. I sat up slowly as things started to make sense. I have been in a fog since I met Lexie. My phone pulled me out of my daze.
"Hey dad" I answered " What is going on?"
" Where are you?" He asked
" I am at the Elysian, Why?" I asked
" The safe is empty. All that is left is a card that says "Get better." He said
"What?" I almost yelled " How did this happen?"
" I don't know yet. They turned off the security system with the passcode." He said
Then it dawned on me Isabella. She had access to my mind.
"Can you get me information on a Isabella Regulus? " I asked
" Sure Why?
" I have a hunch. I will call you back when I get it figured out." I said
After hanging up with him I called Lexie. She answered with a sickly sweet voice " Jay my baby."
"Can a dreamweaver look at people's memories?" I asked
She paused and said " Yes, why?"
"I think the weaver that helped me last night used me to get something."
" What do you mean the one that helped you?" She asked
" Remember I put the request in weeks ago but there was a mix up with management apparently. She was assigned instead of you."
There was a sharp intake of breath and she asked " Who did it?"
"Isabella Regulus."
"That bitch" She whispered
She hung up on me without another word. I decided to not worry about it. When I talk to Isabella again I will learn more. I have a meeting to get to.
Harry greeted me when I walked into the meeting room. When he commented on me looking better I told him that I was feeling a lot better like there is a weight off of my shoulder. During the meeting some people are concerned about sleepcore being one step ahead. A memory came to me. I was laying in bed with Lexie when she touched my forehead. It felt just like it did when Isabella used her power on me. After taking her hand away she smiled and said something about me being a big help.
"I think I was used to it." I said to the group.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked
As I explained what happened to me more memories came to me. Lexie altered a lot of my memories but for some reason after Isabella I can remember everything. After a long discussion it was decided that I would find Isabella and decide if she was on our side or not.
After my meeting dad sent me an email with all the information that I needed. My first stop is the flower shop that she likes to hang out with. The shop sat on the corner of main street and is owned by Katie Mackson. Her brother has a rare kind of cancer. They hardly have anything in common but yet according to dads sources they are close. When I walked in I was greeted by who I assume is Katie.
" What can I do for you?" She asked
" I am looking for Isabella." I said " She is short with blonde hair and green eyes. And has an attitude."
The girl laughed and said " That is the best description of someone. Why are you looking for them?"
" I had an appointment with her last night and thought she was cute. I wanted to try and ask her out." I lied
" And how did you find me?" She asked
" I have my ways." I said
" Unfortunately I do not know her." She said " Good luck with your search."
I could not force her hand so I left. I when to all the places that she normally visit. Dad is always thorough when he gathers evidence. With what he does he can't have a single loophole. Rosie's dinner is my last stop on my list. That is when I found her. She was sitting in the booth when the waitress walked over and asked her if she wanted her. Usually I sit down at the dinner table " What's the usual?" I asked after the waitress left.
" This table is taken." she said glaring at me.
"I can see that." I said, smirking at her.
She was fun to tease. She looks so cute when she is irritated.
" Then why did you sit down?" she replied
" Unless this table has your name on it I can sit where I want." I said
" First of all." she said " That is very condescending and rude as fuck."
"Secondly" she said, moving the napkin dispenser." This table actually does have my name. Now, if you don't mind, go to another table."
I laughed at the fact that she had a table with her name on it. " We have business to discuss.
" Sir I met you once we have nothing to discuss. If you need to schedule my services again then you can call the company."
" You're right we have met once and yet we have something very important to talk about.." I said thinking about the necklace that she stole. "We have a lot to talk about."
Before she could say anything the waitress walked over with a strawberry waffle and said " Sir you need to leave."
I got up without another word. I guess I am going to have to go about this the hard way. I made a few phone calls and had a few of my guys meet me at dinner.
I paced back and forth waiting for her. I have to take this slowly. I can't rush things like I normally do. I want her to be on our side by choice not be forced.