Tyrell's POV
It's been five minutes since I stood outside Cathy’s office, my phone pressed to my ear, listening to the same automated voicemail message for what felt like the hundredth time. “The number you are trying to reach is currently switched off. Please try again later.”
I ended the call, my jaw tightening as I shoved the phone back into my pocket. This wasn’t like her. Cathy always kept her phone on, especially after everything that had happened. She knew I’d worry if I couldn’t reach her. And yet, here I was, standing in the middle of her workplace, with no idea where she was.
The office buzzed around me, employees typing away at their desks or chatting in hushed tones, completely oblivious to the storm brewing inside me. I turned to the nearest person, a young woman with her
