Derrick
Hanging up the phone, I stood up, making my way out of my office.
Something was wrong and I couldn’t put my finger on the anxiety I could feel building up.
My personal assistant sat at her desk, her fingers going still over the keyboard as I walked up to her desk. Slowly, she turned her head. Her green eyes met mine. “Sir?”
“I’m heading out early.” I said, and she dipped her head, tucking a lock of black hair behind her ear.
She nodded, reaching for the phone. I hated that my anxiety put her so on edge. It wasn’t easy working with another shifter, but Drea was good at her job.
Stalking towards the elevator, another wave of panic hit me, this time filled with fear. I let out a growl. Nevie was in trouble. Turning away from the elevator, I ran to the stairwell. Tugging my tie o
