MIGUEL
“She ran away and got into a cab”.
When my guys told me this over the phone, I began to feel worried.
I sat in my office, tapping a pen against my desk, pretending to focus on some meaningless file. But in truth, I couldn't concentrate…something felt off. If she ventured on some solo outing, she should have returned or called.
I checked my phone again. No calls. No messages. I began getting too uneasy, her stubborn attitude was becoming too much, she was so eager to work so why did she leave and where was she headed to?
Without thinking, I pulled out the small tracking app installed on my phone. The tracker. I hated that I had to do it, hated that it made me feel like I was betraying her trust. But with Pablo on the lookout for her, it seemed like a necessary thing to do. I had
