Nathan sat at his desk, running a hand through his hair for what felt like the hundredth time. Hours had passed since Fiona went silent, and his worry was quickly turning into frustration. He tried calling her again, but like before, it went straight to voicemail.
He slammed his phone down and leaned back in his chair. Something wasn't right. Fiona wasn't the type to ignore his calls, and the silence was eating at him.
Nathan's fingers hovered over his phone before he finally dialed another number. This wasn't his first choice, but he needed answers.
The line rang for a moment before a voice answered, brisk and professional.
"Boss," the man said.
"Why haven't you called me?" Nathan snapped, skipping any pleasantries. "Fiona's been out of reach all day. What the hell's going on?"
There was a pause on the other end, and Nathan's grip on the phone tightened.
