"Mr. Ashford! Mr. Ashford. We found her!"
Half a month later, his assistant burst into the executive office and was met with a pair of eyes that lit up instantly.
"Sir, Miss Calloway has landed in Korvath, which is currently in active conflict. Miss Calloway is working as a frontline journalist..."
Julian was on his feet before the sentence finished.
That region was a war zone. One wrong step and you caught shrapnel. And even if you survived the fighting, disease moved through those places like a second death sentence.
No. Absolutely not. He was not letting her stay in a place like that.
"Book me the next available flight. I'm going to bring her home."
The composure that had always defined him, the measured, calculating executive who never let anything show, was gone. In its place w
