—Mabel—
A bullet of panic rose in my throat as I jerked to my feet.
“The kids? What about the kids?”
Mrs. Chukwuemeka drew a breath. “They've refused to go to school, have been throwing tantrums asking to see you.”
Relief swept through me. I lowered my cutlery on the table and dragged a hand across my face.
“Oh, okay. I'm coming right now.”
I ended the call, grabbed my purse, and headed out immediately.
The elevator opened automatically as I approached. After I stepped in, it closed and began its smooth descent to the parking space.
Alec was right, my convoy was waiting in his private parking space. The head of my bodyguards opened the door and I slid into the backseat of the lead car.
We steered out of Alec's garage, drove past the security personnel stationed at its entrance— an
