"Pick up your damn phone, Tag," I muttered as I struggled not to race for the elevator. One of the owners of one of the biggest telecommunication firms in the world does not run around the office like he's a chicken with his head cut off. Even if he feels like his heart is being ripped from his chest. I could almost hear my mother's voice whispering in my head.
Now my heart really did feel like it was being ripped from my chest. I slapped at the elevator button and tried Tag's phone again. He wasn't the head of our security for nothing.
"Call me immediately," I growled down the line when his voicemail picked up again.
I called Tove. He answered on the first ring. "Okay, I hacked the building's security. She somehow made it out the front doors. She's wearing boxers and a black wife-b
