Chapter 96 CHAPTER 066
"Okay, sir. I get you. We will get to work immediately." Mrs. Delgado says calmly.
I end the call without waiting for Mr. Harvey, the lawyer, to chip in. I am sick of the seemingly endless back and forth conversation. I just need it fixed. And now. I am so mad that I predicted the angle this shit would take once it hit right. I had hoped I was just being paranoid. But now I know better. People are insane. Why the fuck would Amelia be roped into this? How did Arthur even know about her? Kathryn rarely talks about her daughter to her flings.
I push all the thoughts aside as I walk out the office.
"Mr. Dmitri, sir, you have backlogged meetings. I have got the most important on hold right now, are you on your way out already?" Charlotte follows me as I head straight for the elevator, when I step inside the waiting car without so much as turning to look at her or even acknowledge her with a word, she turns around, getting the message.
Nothing is as important as getting back to Amelia right now. I feel a bit light since I know I have it under some kind of control. I guess I didn't say anything because I didn't like that I had no way of reassuring her. But I do now. Nothing feels worse for me than appearing helpless to people I care about. If there is an issue, I fix it before I even want to talk about it.
The drive back home is quick, Peter didn't need me to say how much of a haste I am in twice. He could read my sour expression.
When we get to the gate, Creed comes out of his cubicle, looking surprised. I want to ignore him but the fact that he has an expression on his usually otherwise dour face makes me pause, my heart pounding hard for no reason.
"Are you back, sir?" He asks, waving at the tinted glass of the passenger seat of my Tesla.
Peter slows at the entrance and I roll down the window to glare at him.
"What are you talking about?" I don't think I and Creed have the kind of relationship where he gives a fuck what time I come back to my house. He has worked here for almost five years but that doesn't mean anything.
"Miss Tanner...She just left about twenty minutes ago. She said she was on her way to you." Sweat breaks on Creed's forehead and I just stare at him for a prolonged second, watching him realise something that is yet to catch up to me.
"What are you talking about?" I get out of the car. Creed looks down at his shoes, we are probably the same age or he is older than me by a couple of years but in this moment, I feel the ugly urge to grab his collar and ask him to repeat himself. Because I don't understand what he is talking about.
"Are you saying you let Amelia out of this house?" My left eye twitch along with my right fist. It is a reflex action. I can't fight the urge to hit something for much longer.
"She called you and you asked for her to be let through." Creed is still looking down at his shoes, unable to look me in the eyes and I don't blame him.
"Do I look like that conversation happened? Did you hear me tell you to let her through?" I take a step forward, unsure what I intend to do, Creed stands his ground though his eyes doesn't leave his damn shoes.
"Fucking answer me, man. Did you hear me tell you to let her through?" I holler, the sound travels across the empty space towards the towering house. Which I know is currently empty.
"No. I am sorry, sir. She sounded convincing." Creed looks up and I am slightly taken aback by the fact that I am just seeing his eyes. They are a shade of startling green that do not match the rest of his hard features. It almost makes him look like a kid fresh out of college. Maybe I am wrong about his age afterall.
"You better hope she is fine. If I were you, I would be hoping for that like my life depended on it right now. It just might."
I start walking towards the house. I don't know why but I feel like I should confirm her absence first before descending into madness. I should call Hernandez, I pull out my phone subconsciously and dial the number as I push the code in the front door.
"Amelia!" I yell unthinkably into the house in a swift.
Haunting silence greets me.