Vincent walked out of the elevator with Daryl by his side. He held his tie and tugged it loose. He had spent almost 4 hours in the conference room deliberating over an issue that should have been resolved the week before. At the meeting, he was so focused that he barely had the time to check his phone. It was only when he arrived at the Tower that he pulled it out to send a mail only to see a text from Ariana.
As soon as he read the content of the text, his heart skipped. The message was sent almost an hour ago.
“Fuck.” He hissed as he hurried into the building.
By the time he got out of the elevator, Daryl was trying to catch up as Vincent practically ran into Ariana’s office.
Her desk was empty.
Neat and empty like she was done for the day.
“Did Ariana tell you where she was going?
