A few hours had passed. Abigail was nowhere to be found. Christopher had returned to the office and directed his assistant to find her. With each passing minute, he became more agitated.
Abigail had not gone to the Essence Concierge, nor had she gone back to her mother. She had just vanished.
Christopher was concerned that she had gotten herself into trouble.
Furthermore, grey clouds blanketed the sky, giving the impression that it was dusk in the afternoon. The thunderclap signaled the start of a heavy downpour. In this weather, she shouldn't be outside.
Christopher wanted to get her back as quickly as possible. He called his assistant again and asked, "Did you find her?"
"Not yet, Mr. Sherman," came a cold reply from the other end. His solemn tone reflected the gravity of the situation.
