"His phone is still going straight to voicemail," Rose said, struggling to keep the sharp edge of panic from my voice. "Something is very wrong."
She paced the luxurious Shangri-la hotel suite, phone clenched tightly in her hand as she stared out at the glittering nighttime skyline barely visible through the dreary fog. She had traveled to China to meet with suppliers and finalize production details on Shelley Tech's latest innovations. But her mind remained 5,000 miles away in the highrise that housed the company she built from nothing.
And where Blake had stayed relentlessly working late each night this week to help safeguard that empire amidst continued tabloid turmoil around them.
Unable to find solace, Rose reached out to someone she knew could help, a trusted ally.
"Are you done with the task I sent you on?" Rose's inquiry bore the undertones of urgency, her eyes betraying the worry etched across her features.
