Kendrick was deeply engrossed in work, when news of a bloody gang battle unfolding just a few miles away at a well-known restaurant reached him.
A chill of unease swept over him–especially since ivy had left the company around the same time.
Acting swiftly, he alerted the police and paramedics, while desperately trying to reach Ivy to confirm she was far from the chaos.
When she didn't take her calls, his became even more worried.
"Lawrence, get to the security station and find out who picked ivy up."
"Yes sir." Lawrence hurried out to carry his boss's instructions.
Pacing up and down in his office, Kendrick dialed Nathaniel number, his heart pounding erratically in his chest as he waited for the call to connect.
It clicked and Nathaniel's voice came through, tinged with surprise.
"Mr Silva...How are you?"
"I'm well, thank you," Kendrick replied evenly, though his tone carried a subtle urgency. "I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time."
