Chapter 12
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Chaol's POV
It's been 39 hours. She left me 39 hours ago and instead of running after her, I turned my back
and told a guilty man that I would defend him in court.
I had expected to come back and tell my girlfriend that she would have to be my personal
assistant again, but I never got to break the news.
I searched the penthouse. I searched the office. I searched again. And again.
The third time, I finally started looking in even the most ridiculous places. Cabinets, corners, the
girl is so small she could fit almost anywhere. She could be hiding from me in any crevice.
As I feared the back corner of the closet, I noticed the pile of money laying on the ground. Was I
robbed my an incompetant thief?
I looked closer and saw that the duffle it was in was gone.
I looked at the piles of cash in awe and confusion.
Did she?
I look at her racks and notice some of her clothes, the ones from before she moved in more
specifically are all missing.
She took the duffle. She ran away, but she left all the cash she found.
She didn't want any of my money.
It's all becoming clearer to me now. She didn't want my money, she didn't want a well paying
case if she was defending someone guilty.
She was just too good. Too sweet. The woman I love is too good for this s**t and I pushed her
away. I didn't see what she did and I made her feel incompetent at a job she just started, but was
more than qualified for.
I punch the wooden dresser against the wall angrily and let out a ferocious growl.
She was right.
I run out of the penthouse, and down to the lobby while talking on the phone to my private
investigator.
I put him on hold before running to Portia and Margo's desk.
"Have you seen Ellie?"
Portia seems confused, but Margo seems sad.
"She left boss. Ran right out of the doors with a bag in hand. She wouldn't stop when I called, so
I assumed she was doing something important."
Yeah, running away.
I scowl at the women before picking my phone back up.
"There was a gps in the bag Hobbes! Track it! I've waited long enough. Find her and bring her
back to me!"
I hang up before stomping outside.
I cuss at the weather. It's pouring and probably has been for hours since the streets are practically
flooded. She doesn't have a car and she sure as hell wouldn't take one of mine if she won't even
take my money.
I hop in the car that's always outside for me and tell the driver her origional address. She can't
hide from me.
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She has been hiding from me for 46 hours now. Almost two days she has outsmarted me and all
my men.
She wasn't at her apartment, in fact it's not hers anymore. She wasn't kidding about being
evicted. It was now occupied by what i think was a gay couple and I may or may not have
interrupted a threesome.
The gos location on the bag has been the same for hours now, but when we reach the place it
says she is, there's no one. It says she stands in the middle of the street in front of Pablo's bakery,
but if she was there I'd know. I even had four of my men search through the puddles in case she
found and three out the tracker, but no.
It's not there.
Maybe she somehow hacked our system and messed with the chip? I wouldn't dare
underestimate her again.
Not ever.
This has truly been the most miserable time of my life and I've been to jail for three months.
Ever since I saw her, I haven't gone more than three hours without holding her.
I miss her soft skin and the way she cuddles into every crevice of my body available to her.
When I get her back I'm not going to bother waiting until she's eighteen. We'll come out
immediately and I'll make a change.
She was right about my firm and it's time I fix it.
"Boss," Hobbes, the head of my security team and private investigator says.
"The tracker... It hasn't moved in over a day. If she's not at that spot and the trackers not on the
ground, there's only one other place she could be."
I raise my brow eagerly and stand, ready to jump into action.
"Just give me a place. Where is she!"
Hobbes sighs and shakes his head.
"My guys and I think she's in the sewers."
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