Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 89:

Aaron, flashing Norah's card on the POS machine, said to the salesperson, “Pack up that gown for Norah. Since

you said so, | won't be the one to rain on your parade.”

Norah, lounging on the sofa, responded, “It's okay. It’s not like you own this place.”

Norah knew well enough that if Aaron ran this store, she could just snap her fingers, and the clothes would

magically appear at her doorstep at her request. She was as sure of that as the sun rising in the east!

Joanna had chosen a new outfit for herself. She owned a lot of outfits, but there was always something new that

caught her attention.

“Norah gota dress! I'm over the moon!” Joanna was as joyful as ever. She brandished the black card

entrusted to her by Norah, allowing her to splurge to her heart's content.

Aaron, looking at Joanna, remarked, “Joanna, you've been grinning ear to ear ever since Norah's divorce. | can’t

fathom why you, hailing from one of Glophia’s four major families, the Andrews clan no less, act like a kid in a

candy store whenever Norah is around.”

Joanna shot back, “Why wouldn’t | be happy? With Norah in the picture, I'm always on cloud nine! We can have a

blast just like old times. Norah's settled at the hospital.”

Meanwhile, Madeline and Kathy had strolled out of BelleVogue. Kathy nursed her fingers, a flicker of resentment

in her eyes.

“Madeline, Norah's got too much attitude! She struts around like she owns the place just because she’s cozy

with Miss Andrews. It's insufferable!” Kathy huffed.

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Madeline, cautious of their surroundings, replied, “What can we do? The Andrews’ clout outweighs both of ours

combined. Stirring up trouble won't do any good.”

Seated at a café, Madeline advised, “Kathy, | know you're not fond of Norah, but we've got to consider the bigger

picture, alright?”

Kathy grumbled, “I know, Madeline. That's why | had to bite my tongue. If it were up to me, I'd give Norah a

piece of my mind!”

Kathy figured that if Joanna wasn’t in the mix, she and Madeline would've reduced Norah to tears by now. She

deemed Norah shameless—Iluring Derek high and dry, living a lavish life at Dreamview Villas, and landing a

cushy job at Silver Boulder Private Hospital.

Having been grounded for her reckless behavior for stand with other things on her plate, Kathy hadn't

dealt with Norah yet. She intended to teach Norah a lesson on behalf of Derek now that she had the time.

“Well, Kathy, you're still a bit behind, easily swayed by emotions. Norah stays cool as a cucumber even when we

throw shade at her. She’s the craftiest one around.”

Madeline's words struck a chord with Kathy. “Are you saying Norah's calm facade is an act? Is she acting to get

Joanna and Aaron to retaliate against us? She’s quite the fox!” Kathy seethed.

“I can’t stand it! She was abandoned, but she mingles with Miss Andrews, Mr. Scott, and Mr. Hayes, living a

lavish life she doesn’t deserve. She must be relishing it!” Kathy added bitterly.

“She's probably tickled pink indeed, hobnobbing with Glophia’s elite, linked to the Andrews and Hayes clans.

She’s content, every single day.”

After a sip of coffee, Madeline continued, “Derek brought up the Andrews, Hayes, and Scott families often. He

wanted to connect with them but never got the chance. Yet, Norah effortlessly gets in with these families’ key

players. Quite the strategist.”

“She's likely using her looks to climb the ladder!” Kathy speculated maliciously. “She has just a pretty face,

nothing more!”

Leaning in cautiously, Kathy whispered to Madeline, “Madeline, | know sfolks in the underworld. Maybe we

could...”

The more Madeline listened, the more pleased she became. After Kathy finished speaking, they exchanged

glances, dangerous smiles playing on their lips.

Norah and Joanna, done with their spree at the Splendor Building, had Aaron arrange for the gowns to be

dispatched home. They then decided to unwind at the Glamour Club.

By the tthey arrived, the clock had ticked past eight, and a band named Rosy Secret was taking the stage.

Joanna, growing weary of Rosy Secret's consistent presence, complained, “Can’t Glamour Club find sother

bands? It’s always Rosy Secret, so annoying!”

“Rosy Secret is popular for a reason,” Norah replied, sipping her juice. Choosing to drive herself today, Norah

abstained from alcohol. In contrast, Joanna, a fan of alcohol, was already indulging.

“Norah, is that really you?” A voice filled with surprise reached Norah's ears.

Norah looked up to see Zeke, guitar in tow.

Zeke, cleaned up and polished with his guitar, bore no resemblance to the disheveled man she had first

encountered. “Joining the fun at Glamour Club too?” Norah smiled, gesturing toward the seat across from her.

“Grab a seat.” Zeke, with a shy smile, settled in after placing his guitar beside him. “Chere on a whim...

what do you mean?”

“I wanted to see if | could run into you.” Zeke chuckled. “Since we parted ways last time, | reconnected with my

old bandmates. We're all back together now. | wanted to get your input on our next move.”

Norah hadn't anticipated running into Zeke today. She furrowed her brow, glancing at Rosy Secret on stage, deep

in thought.

Joanna, sizing up Zeke, widened her eyes.

Zeke, around thirty and lacking sharp features, appeared handsin the presence of the two captivating

women. Sensing Joanna's scrutiny, Zeke quickly looked down.

“Norah, if you want to meet the other band members, | can call them over.”

“Norah, what do you think? Should we have them cover for a look? You're making decisions based on Zeke’s

words alone without considering the rest of the band!” Joanna remarked casually. “Do you think they can pull it

off?”

Zeke raised his head confidently. “I believe we can!”

“You believe, but what about the rest of your band? A band isn’t a one-person show, right, Norah?”