Nicolás could tell something was wrong, he had no idea how but one minute he had been in the middle of a conversation with some top clients who had shown up at Abyss with special requests, and the next, his heart rate picked up, his stomach sinking.
He tried to ignore the feeling but the anxiety only seemed to worsen with every passing second until he could no longer stand it, he shot up from his seat.
"Black?" One of the men called standing up. They were top investors who had appeared tonight and had insisted on having a different set of private shows he was sure would last through the night and he'd had no choice but to send a text to Annalise telling her he wouldn't be coming home tonight.
