When Paul came home from work like always he did not find Regina welcoming her, in fact when he tried to find her, she was nowhere to be found. She was not in the bedroom, not on the balcony, or in the garden or in the pool, not even in the study.
Normally when he would come home she would present herself to him immediately with a kiss. But today she could not find her.
Paul tried not to panic and jump to the worst possible conclusion. When he looked around the mansion he found, the house was undisturbed and no one was unharmed, and if something would have happened Sam would have notified him without a delay.
"Sam." Calling the name he walked to the bottom floor in search of his butler.
The man emerged from the kitchen, his grey hair was combed back and a warm smile was on his face. No matter how angry Paul looked, his butler never panicked or get lost in his emotion, he always kept his calm smiling face. "You called, master?"
