The man's study was thick with tension as he paced back and forth, his anger palpable in the air. He turned to his assistant, frustration etched into his features. "They simply can't find this young girl, even after so many years."
The assistant kept his head lowered, a sense of unease surrounding him. "Sir, it has proven exceedingly difficult to locate the girl you seek."
The man's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "Are you sure you have checked on all adopted girls around that period I stated?"
The assistant nodded solemnly. "Yes, we have done so extensively, but it's as if she has vanished without a trace."
With a resounding slam of his fist against the table, the man's rage boiled over. "When I find Genevieve, she will regret double-crossing me."
The assistant remained silent, knowing better than to fuel the man's wrath.
