Love With The Murderer Beauty

Chapter-2 (Sorry guys but a few chapters would be Maya's POV)

Maya POV

I had the purse in my hands, and I wasn't sure who I should give it to. I assumed the lady must be wealthy because her purse was so pricey. The ruby stone is set in a blue colour. Finally, having no other option, I decided to give it to the manager, Mr. Redwood, and went to his office.

When I knocked on his door, he invited me inside. I walked in and noticed him drinking while his legs were propped up on the table. He gave me a grin as he stared at me; I shuffled in my seat, uneasy.

I was getting goosebumps from his stare. I've never come here alone; Amber is always with me. His stare travelled from my body to my eyes as I cleared my throat.

“Sir, I discovered a purse on the table on Mrs. Rose Reynolds' left. I requested that you return her. She must be concerned about this, so I respectfully returned it.”

He scrunched up his nose and gave me a disgusted expression. “She left it, or you stole it from there,” he remarked inquiringly.

He rose from his seat and moved behind my chair, his hands circling my shoulder. Despite my concern at his actions, I swiftly rose up and pulled his hands away.

“If I ever steal it, I won't be standing in front of you to give it back,” I added sarcastically.He didn't believe me and stated, "I'm going to call the cops and hand over this purse to them." They'd then return this purse to Mrs. Reynold, but they'd also speak with you.”

My mouth became dry, and I felt a heartbeat in my throat. My legs began to shake. “I will give this handbag myself,” I murmured, quivering as I looked down at my toes. I didn't wait for his response and rushed out of the office. My breathing was shallow, and my vision was hazy. I sat, leaning against the wall for support, tears streaming down my cheeks.

My previous vision began to recall it. I tried to repeat to myself, "Be brave Maya," over and over. This is how my mum trained me to deal with panic attacks. In this type of situation, Amber usually comes to my rescue. I stood up and opened my eyes, ready to return home. Meanwhile, I decided to return the bag myself since if anyone else was involved, the cops would be involved, and I couldn't risk that. They'd ask me a lot of questions, and they'd dig into my background, which I don't want to happen. It's preferable if I give this purse myself. In the future, she would require this purse. If I have this, it is my responsibility to restore it to her.

I arrived at my flat and changed into my casual T-shirt and slacks before settling into my bed.My stomach growled and I felt hungry, but I needed to wait for Amber. We always ate together wherever we were, and she may show up at any moment. I awoke to the sound of a door slamming, then realised I had dozed off. To meet Amber, I went into the living room. “Maya, I brought foods, come here,” she yelled from the kitchen.

My stomach was growling again and again from hunger, I flushed. I took a seat at the hallway table.With a smile, she offered two slices of pizza to me, and we began to eat them. Sheena was involved in an accident and was sent to the hospital, where she offered her savings for further treatment. She was always a chatterbox, and I attentively listened to her every time. Indeed, I am grateful that she is a friend of mine who has always gone out of her way to help others without being asked. “How was your shift today?” she asked, her mouth full of pizza. Then, while showing her the purse, I told her how I received it and about the customer. When she opened the purse, she discovered dollars, bills, and credit cards.

“Do you know the customer name?” she asked, her mouth wide open and staring at me. “I enquired in the restaurant, and they told me that the table reserved by the name of Mrs. Rose Reynold,” I stated to her as I hummed at her and continued washing the utensils. She looked astonished and said, clearing her throat, "The famous London fashion designer, she is very wealthy with her millionaire son."

Her information did not pique my curiosity. So I nodded and said, "Do you know her address? If you do, I'll return her handbag to her."

“Yes, I would find her address from google,” she said, clapping her hands. “Then you could go there and return her.” She sat down on the couch and pulled out her phone, which she used to look up the address. After a while, she handed me a piece of paper with her address written on it.

“I am glad you are such an honest and wonderful human being instead of you, but if anyone had been there, they would have kept this purse, but you haven't touched a penny and returned her back, I am proud of you,” she said as she folded the paper with a smile. I gave her a genuine grin before retiring to my room.