Zayn's POV
Something was wrong, really wrong and I could feel it in my gut. Amelia wasn't answering her phone and the voice inside my head kept telling me that I needed to see her, to touch her, to make sure that she was safe. I tried her number one more time and yet again it went to voicemail. I banged my fist against my desk in frustration and came to a decision.
“Sir, what about your appointments for the rest of the day?” my secretary cried out as she scurried behind me.
“Cancel them,” I replied, barely paying attention to the fact that my employees were watching me with curious eyes.
“But Sir… your father,” she blurted but then slapped her hand to her mouth.
“He'll need to understand. I have to go attend to personal matters and if he can't deal with that then that's his probl
