Dominic’s POV
She wasn’t answering.
Three calls. No response. No message.
I stared at the empty screen for a second too long before shoving the phone into my jacket pocket. My jaw clenched. Something wasn’t right. I felt it—not in that casual, overthinking way. This was instinct. Sharp and immediate.
I pushed back from my desk and stood, grabbing my jacket off the back of the chair. The numbers on the report Rosa had just given me blurred in the corner of my vision. Irrelevant.
I stepped out of my office just as Andrew rounded the corner, a file in hand, eyes focused on the next task.
“Sir, I—”
“Where’s Anna?”
He blinked, thrown off by the interruption. “She’s not at her desk?”
I didn’t bother answering. I walked past him, toward her workspace.
Empty.
Her tablet was gone. So was
