Lucien's POV
"I guess you all can go in." She stepped back.
Vincent smiled politely. "Meeting's over, right?"
"Yes, it is." She frantically nodded.
The guards had been given the go-ahead; they fanned inside, going in different directions, covering the perimeter while the secretary stood confused and nervously fluttered about.
"Top floor," I instructed Vincent, and he pushed me in the direction of the elevator.
We ascended in silence. The soft hum of the elevator only amplified the pounding in my chest.
When the doors opened, I didn't need to ask where Keating was. The sound of his voice filled the hallway before we even reached the office.
"Find her!" he was shouting into the phone. "I don't care how—just find her! I don't give a damn what it takes; she's not supp
