NOVARIA'S POV
"What?!"
The roar shook the entire office.
Sylvester shot to his feet so abruptly that his chair crashed backward onto the floor.
"When did she leave?" His voice was deadly. "Where did she go?"
The room seemed to shrink around him.
"Why wasn't I informed immediately?"
The questions came one after another, each more dangerous than the last.
Elvis instantly regretted stepping into the office.
The color drained from his face.
"S-Sir... she left about an hour ago," he stammered.
An hour.
The words hit Sylvester like a bullet.
An entire hour.
His jaw clenched so tightly that a muscle ticked beneath his cheek.
Elvis swallowed.
"Miss Aria said she wasn't feeling well. She told us you had given her permission to take a walk,"
The office fell into a terrifying silence
