Scarlett’s POV
The sunlight streaming through the windows cast a warm, golden hue over the room. It was already late afternoon. I sat in the conference hall with some new investors while Gabriel presented our new product.
“What do you think, Miss Guzman?” one of the investors asked as Gabriel finished his presentation.
Just then, my phone rang. “Excuse me, gentlemen,” I said, standing up and stepping away to take the call.
It was Razi’s driver.
“Yes?”
“Ma’am, Razi isn’t at school,” he reported.
“What kind of joke is this, Edward?”
“I’m not sure, ma’am. I drove her to school this morning and watched her go in, but her teacher says she didn’t attend class today,” he explained, his voice laced with worry.
“I’m on my way,” I said, ending the call and taking a deep breath.
“Gabriel, w
