"Sir, we're still tracking Mercy's movements. It seems her location changes often, but I have a team narrowing down her last known coordinates."
Benjamin's jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists by his sides, his knuckles turning white, and his eyes burned with a mix of fury and frustration as he stepped closer to Nichole, his movements sharp and steady.
"Mercy is my cousin, Nichole," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I don't care how long it takes you or how difficult it is—find her. I want her safe and out of whatever mess she's tangled in before I make a move on Penny. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir." Came Nichole's response.
Nichole stood straighter; the tension in the room was nearly suffocating. "I'll escalate the search, sir, and make it my top priority." He glanced at his clipboard, avoiding Benjamin's piercing gaze as he spoke.
