After trying multiple times to reach Zach and coming up empty, Mirabella had a nagging feeling something wasn’t right.
Last night, she caught a whiff of ointment on him. They’d joked about it, and her mind wandered elsewhere. But when he headed upstairs, his silhouette struck her as odd. Thinking back, it seemed like he might’ve hurt his shoulder.
Before Grady even returned, Mirabella was already in the elevator, heading down. As she made her way outside, her fingers flew over her phone, quickly finding Zach’s assistant’s number and calling it.
The assistant picked up immediately. Hearing Mirabella on the line, he didn’t bother asking how she got his number. Clearly flustered, he blurted out, “Zach... Zach’s been taken. I don’t know where, just that I need to get some documents ready…”
His words were scattered, but Mirabella got the gist. “Got it,” she replied, and hung up, her face clouded with worry.
“Miss Mira, weren’t you upstairs?” Atlas called out as he spotted her in the lobby and quickly approached her.
Mirabella heard Atlas but only murmured a response, not even glancing up, her fingers still dancing over her phone screen.
Atlas, noting her unusually cold expression, felt a chill. Remembering Grady’s earlier instructions, a sense of dread washed over him as he moved closer to Mirabella. She didn’t shy away, letting him catch a glimpse of her phone screen, which made his eyes widen.
Mirabella swiftly pocketed her phone, turned to Atlas, and her gaze landed on the car keys in his hand. “Atlas, I need to borrow the car.”
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