-Logan Novak-
I called my apartment landline for what could've been the tenth time, hoping that Khloe was only in a deep sleep, and would soon pick up the phone. However, that wasn't the case. Cursing softly, I grab my jacket from the back of my office chair and rushing out the door, I almost bump into Chris who was on his way to my office.
"What's got you in a rush?" He questioned.
"Khloe's not picking up the phone," I explain, heading towards the private elevators with him following behind me. I still wasn't certain whether or not she was in danger. However, I still had this nagging feeling that something was off. It wasn't the first time I'd called her to check up on her. However, it was the first time that she hadn't answered, and I was worried.
I am worried.
A lot could happen to
