I stepped out of the room and headed straight to my desk. My hand moved quickly, grabbing my bag lying next to the chair. My heart was still pounding, my mind filled with the chaos that had just happened.
Without delay, I unzipped the bag and dug through it, looking for my small phone, the one David had given me. But… nothing.
My brows furrowed. I tried again, this time more frantically. My hand swept through everything inside, shifting around my wallet, pens, small notebook, everything was there, except that little phone.
“Don’t panic,” I whispered softly.
I opened the first drawer of the desk. Only a yellow folder filled with documents and a pack of gum. The second drawer was even emptier just a stapler and a laptop charger. I shut it a little too harshly.
Cold sweat started to form
