I've been glancing at my watch repeatedly, but there's still no news from Dylan. This isn't like him. Dylan is punctual, never late, especially without a reason. Where is he? Elsa—his secretary said his number has been inactive since last night.
Dylan, where are you? Don't make me think the worst.
The phone rang, and I quickly slid the answer button.
"How's it going, Son, any news?" I bombarded Sony immediately. Eager to know the information from him, especially about Dylan.
"From my informant, Dylan was last seen at a Japanese restaurant last night with a woman," he replied.
"A woman? Who?" I straightened up and listened intently. Hearing the word woman made me uneasy.
"It seems like a close friend, Ma'am."
"Be more specific," I snapped. I don't like ambiguous words.
"It seems lik
