Steven was a few minutes away from his house when Orlando’s call came through. Without much thought, he connected the call, his trusted bodyguard’s voice filling the confinement of the car.
“Boss-,” Orlando’s voice made Steven frown. He had never known the man to hesitate in his conversations.
“What is it?”
“Miss Sophia asked me to take Miss Mia back to her apartment. She refused to come with us, saying she was tired and was heading to sleep. "I am now back, but she isn’t here,” Orlando stated as a matter of fact. “And boss, the front door was wide open.”
For a few seconds, nothing of what Orlando said registered. Then, as though cold water was thrown on him, Steven felt so much fear.
“Fvck!” Steven slapped hard on the steering wheel. A storm of emotions roared through him—rage, panic
