Culprit
ELLIOTT Elliott realised how he should've trusted his intuitions since the moment they started screaming at him, telling him something was wrong. He was late, way late than he should've been. Now, the time was running out and so was the hope. He didn't have any idea where she was but he could find out, he believed. As he dashed back to the company, his phone was already dialling Anna repeatedly. Her phone mostly said unavailable but sometimes, her phone would ring for just a few seconds before being unavailable. On the way inside, he saw Edward again. His face looked distressed and his arms were filled with documents, holding a phone between his shoulders and ears. "Mr Edward," Elliott called out, hoping he wouldn't be in a bad mood. He turned to him and nodded at him. "Do you need he
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