Ryan's POV
I drummed my fingers impatiently on my desk, barely focused on the financial report Simon had just handed me.
The quarterly numbers looked promising—Blackwood's market share had increased by twelve percent—but my mind was elsewhere.
Three meetings down, two more to go before I could escape this suffocating office.
My phone buzzed. Unknown number. I almost ignored it, but something made me answer.
"Mr. Blackwood speaking."
"Mr. Blackwood." The voice was unfamiliar but urgent. "This is Jackson. You assigned me to protect Ms. Quinn?"
My body tensed instantly. The security detail I'd arranged to protect Serena after she refused to return to the mansion.
"What happened?" I demanded, already moving toward the door.
His voice came through panicked, breathle
