Zach stirred awake in the huge bathtub. He felt fuzzy but not too warm. When he looked down, he was covered in fluffly white bathrobe. The sun was glaring through the window; he could tell it was close to lunch hour or slightly after. But being alone in the tub made him feel like the night before was just a dream. He sat up and a rolled towel fell from behind him.
He could not help the small smile. Amy must have put that behind his head so he could be comfortable while he was sleeping. He discarded the robe and picked up his clothes to dress up. His brows slightly rose when he realized his shirt was gone. He dressed up and subconsciously checked his wallet. Everything was in there. He looked around and everything was clear.
He went out and did a clean sweep of the room. Nothing. No note or cameras. He did a double take and still came up with nothing. Displeasure started to bubble up within him. This is another thing that was out of his control. She was gone. And so he exited the room.
Women who saw him walk in the hotel's lobby practically drooled over him. His smooth chiseled chest was left exposed by his unbuttoned suit jacket. His cold and aloof countenance demonstrated how he was unbothered by such trivial things. As handsome as the man was, only those who took note of his facial expression noticed how angry he was.
He walked over at the receptionist and propped an elbow. His cold aura sent shivers down the little receptionist's back. "I'd like to know who booked the suite room 306", he did not bother to beat around the bush.
"I'm afraid that's against hotel policy", she managed to say.
"Of course."
He rapped his fingers impatiently on the counter almost startling the receptionist before walking away while scowling. He vowed to get to the bottom of things. His driver spotted him at the entrance and jogged over to let him in. As he settled in the back while the car drove off, he checked his phone. There were countless missed calls on his phone from home, his brother and of course, his mother. He ignored all and dialed his assistant.
"I want the IT security team on standby in twenty minutes", he growled before hanging up.
When he got home, the butler and maids were startled to see their master's disheveled appearance but he had no time for that. He rushed to his room to change clothes.
"Sir, we called because your mother was looking for you", his butler rushed to him. He was afraid his master would disappear once more before conveying his message.
"Later", was all Zach said to him as he rushed out the door.
"Sir, your lunch", he tried to say.
He had been worried after not seeing his master from the previous night and till the present day in the afternoon. However, his master gave him a look that said he had more pressing matters than lunch. The scary look alone was enough to clam his mouth shut as he watched his master jog towards the car that was held open by one of his bodyguards.
Zach finally arrived at the company. His employees stared at him in shock obviously amazed by the casual ensemble their chairman had on and the bodyguards that surrounded him seeming to be on alert. What was even more shocking was the scary expression he had on. Most of them wondered who had made their boss so angry and secretly wished they were not in that person's shoes.
He disappeared in his private lift and soon was headed to the security room. A handsome man seemingly a few years younger than Zach rushed towards him upon recognizing him. They had the same facial features except he had blonde hair while Zach had black hair. It was his brother Xavier. He picked up his pace to reach Zach's side.
"Where have you been? I've been trying to call yo-", he stopped speaking when he finally saw his brother's expression after catching up with him. He gave him a once over and a frown immediately settled on his face.
"What happened to you?" he said with seriousness.
"Later", he answered with the same seriousness. When they had reached the security room, different men and women were working on their tasks whilst seeming to await their boss. His assistant, George Stewart, rushed to his side. He was a tall and lean man who seemed to be a few years younger than him.