Denzel stood out of the crowd. His features were exposed among the sea of people, and frankly, many women wished him to be at their sides. He was essentially like the nation's husband—no—he was the nation's husband.
The host started to give out his opening remarks, which Denzel did not bother to listen to. He was too focused looking at the hallway where Sharmaine entered just a moment ago even though it was dark and hard to see through
Clapping noises suddenly filled the air; the host was done speaking. The stage was occupied again by another woman, dressed in slim and exquisite clothing that shone under the bright lights. She delivered a very long speech about being thankful, still it was not of utmost importance to Denzel; his eyes were still locked at the very same hallway.
It took a good minute for him to shift his attention to the woman in the spotlight. She was pretty, but not as pretty as Sharmaine. There was something off about her, he thought, the way she smiled, moved and spoke.
He caught onto his peripheral, even though the place was dim, two women being escorted out by two men. His eyes widened and his heart thrummed. He felt the the heavy guilt riding on his shoulders. Did something happen?
He made his way through the crowd, desperately catching up to the men. "May we call on stage, Mr. Denzel Suarez from the Suarez Corporation?" the woman said.
He stopped his movements. "What?" He was full of thoughts even at that moment.
The man beside him whispered, "She would like you to come up the stage."
He had to make his choice: to chase the men, who by now had disappeared, or to go up the stage as if nothing happened. He picked the latter, though his emotions were everywhere. He was interviewed for a brief moment, displaying an effortless professional face whilst he stood there.
"Thank you very much, please give a round of applause for Mr. Suarez."
The hall was filled yet again with cheers and claps. The lights were turned on, purposely revealing the enchanting charm the place had as the people mingled with each other, standing up and speaking while holding glasses of wine. The event had paused briefly.
Denzel quickly paced the hall. He entered the hallway and saw what he had not seen in years. S Small blood pools was everywhere—on the floor, the walls and on the small knife that laid on the ground.
Did they fight? What happened?
He desperately wanted an answer that he even startled a waiter who passed by, "Did you see two men carrying two girls?"
The waiter hesitated but then answered, "Yes, sir, they headed for the exit." He pointed towards the glass door. "Thanks!" Denzel quickly ran to the said exit, but no one men and women he was expecting for was there. It was just two guards clad in black and white chatting as the night progresses.
"Sir, did you see two women with two men?"
"Yes, sir."
Denzel's eyes widened. Finally, a little hope came upon him. "Where are they?"
"They left around twenty minutes ago."
Denzel stood there panting. His heart slowly calming down. "Calm down, Denzel. Knowing Shawn, he's probably safe."