Ariana’s POV
“Ariana, there’s no need to go to such extremes. I’ll be there soon, just calm down and—”
Before he could finish, I cut the call and lowered the phone slowly, my jaw tightening.
One hand rested on my hip while the other clutched the phone tightly—ready to hurl it at the nearest wall if Ruben failed to live up to my demand.
“Miss Ariana, I think it’s best if you—”
“Silence.” I cut the guard off sharply, and he obeyed instantly.
My heel tapped impatiently against the tiled floor while my mind began counting the seconds—one by one—like the ticking of a clock echoing through my chest.
I turned my phone over to glance at the time. It was a little past four—thirty minutes to be exact. Five minutes. If he didn’t appear in five minutes, I’d do exactly what I threatened.
Time
