47 Bronson

I check my phone for what feels like the hundredth time in the last hour. I can feel the migraine growing at an alarming rate as my pacing drags my feet across the room.

“Is there something wrong Mr. Fortworth?” I stop mid step, looking back over at Miss Romsley, the CEO here at Northington Incorporated. I’ve been in her office for over two hours and yet, I do not believe we have actually gotten any work done.

Not since I read the message from Rand regarding Nikki. Instinctively I check my phone once again.

Rand: She’s gone sir, the room is empty. Landen and I are out looking.

Me: What do you mean she is gone?

Rand: Checked her room, everything is still there, but her backpack is gone. Wherever she is sir, its temporary.

Me: F*ck, just find her. I need to know she is safe. Do not let her know you are tailing her. Find her, report back, and make sure she is safe.

“Mr. Fortworth?”