“f**k!” I roared, wanting nothing more than to break everything within a twenty-foot distance. But I couldn’t smash my phone—Kathleen needed a way to contact me. Destroying my office in a fit of rage wouldn’t help either. I needed control. I needed focus.
“I need everything on that f*****g van immediately!” I barked, making Theodore’s fingers fly even faster over the keyboard. “Do we have a f*****g visual or not, Theo?”
“Not yet, boss,” he answered, his eyes locked onto the screen, tension radiating from his hunched shoulders. “The cameras must’ve been hacked by someone else or something. Nothing I do is working.” His voice was clipped, sharp, laced with frustration.
“Sabrina!” I shouted, my voice booming through the office. Within two seconds, she was standing in my doorway, her expres
