Daniel gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white as he drove the manager's car through the city streets. The vehicle seemed almost too small to contain his rage and frustration. His mind raced, trying to piece together where Lina could be, who had taken her, and why. He had no clear destination, only a burning need to keep moving, to do something, anything, to find her.
The car sped through the night, headlights cutting through the darkness, but Daniel felt as though he was driving blind. Every street, every alley looked the same, a maze with no end. His chest tightened with each passing moment, the urgency of Lina's disappearance gnawing at him.
His phone rang, shattering the silence inside the car. Glancing at the screen, he saw it was his assistant. He answered the call, his voice cold and hard. "Speak."
"Mr. Viggo, there's something for you," the assistant said, his tone calm and professional. He was used to Daniel's cold demeanor, the ruthless efficiency with which he handled everything. This was no different.
Daniel didn't waste time with questions. The assistant wouldn't call if it wasn't important. He turned the car around sharply, tires screeching on the asphalt. "I'm on my way," he said before hanging up.
He drove with purpose now, his destination clear: **Blackwood Manor**, his sprawling estate on the outskirts of the city. The mansion was a symbol of his power and success, a place where he could marshal his resources and plan his next move.
As he navigated the winding roads leading to Blackwood Manor, memories of Lina flooded his mind. Her smile, her laughter, the way she made him feel something he hadn't felt in years. The thought of her in danger was unbearable. He had to find her, and he had to do it fast.
The gates of Blackwood Manor loomed ahead, iron and stone, formidable and imposing. He punched in the security code, and the gates swung open silently, allowing him entry. The car sped up the long driveway, flanked by meticulously maintained gardens and towering oak trees.
He parked haphazardly in front of the grand entrance, barely taking the time to turn off the engine before he was out of the car and striding towards the door. The heavy wooden doors swung open as he approached, his assistant waiting just inside.
"Mr. Viggo," the assistant greeted him with a nod. "We received a tip. Someone saw a car matching the description of the one used in Lina's kidnapping heading towards the old warehouse district. I thought you'd want to know immediately."
Daniel's eyes narrowed, his mind processing the information rapidly. The old warehouse district was a labyrinth of abandoned buildings, perfect for hiding someone. It was a lead, and right now, it was all he had.
"Good work," he said curtly. "Prepare the team. We move out in five minutes."
The assistant nodded and hurried off to follow his orders. Daniel took a moment to compose himself, drawing a deep breath. His mind was a whirlwind of plans and strategies, each one focused on one goal: bringing Lina back safely.
He glanced around the grand foyer of Blackwood Manor, the opulence and luxury a stark contrast to the turmoil inside him. Crystal chandeliers, marble floors, and priceless art adorned the space, but none of it mattered to him right now. The manor was a fortress, a place from which he could launch his rescue operation.
In the few minutes he had, Daniel went to his private study, a room filled with dark wood and leather, shelves lined with books and files. He opened a concealed panel behind his desk, revealing a secure safe. Inside were the tools he might need: weapons, surveillance equipment, and various other items he had collected over the years.
He armed himself, slipping a handgun into a shoulder holster and pocketing a small earpiece for communication. He was ready for whatever lay ahead.
When he returned to the foyer, his security team was assembled, a group of highly trained professionals, each one loyal and efficient. They looked to him for direction, and he didn't disappoint.
"We have a lead on Lina's location," he said, his voice steady and authoritative. "We're heading to the old warehouse district. Move out."
They moved as one, a well-oiled machine, and Daniel led them back to the cars. As he drove, his mind was laser-focused on the mission. He would find Lina, no matter what it took. Failure was not an option. The city lights blurred around him as he sped towards the warehouse district, his heart pounding with determination and fear.
He would save her. He had to.
Daniel gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white as he drove the manager's car through the city streets. The vehicle seemed almost too small to contain his rage and frustration. His mind raced, trying to piece together where Lina could be, who had taken her, and why. Every street, every alley looked the same, a maze with no end.
His phone rang, shattering the silence inside the car. He glanced at the screen and saw it was his assistant. "Speak," he answered curtly.
"Mr. Viggo, we've got something," his assistant said, his voice calm and professional. "A possible sighting in the old warehouse district. It's not confirmed, but it's worth investigating."
Daniel didn't hesitate. He turned the car around sharply, tires screeching on the asphalt. "I'm on my way," he said before hanging up.
He drove with purpose now, his destination clear: Blackwood Manor, his sprawling estate on the outskirts of the city. The mansion was a symbol of his power and success, a place where he could marshal his resources and plan his next move.
As he navigated the winding roads leading to Blackwood Manor, memories of Lina flooded his mind. Her smile, her laughter, the way she made him feel something he hadn't felt in years. The thought of her in danger was unbearable.
He parked haphazardly in front of the grand entrance and strode towards the door. The heavy wooden doors swung open as he approached, his assistant waiting just inside.
"Mr. Viggo," the assistant greeted him with a nod. "We received a tip. Someone saw a car matching the description of the one used in Lina's kidnapping heading towards the old warehouse district."
Daniel's eyes narrowed, his mind processing the information rapidly. The old warehouse district was a labyrinth of abandoned buildings, perfect for hiding someone. It was a lead, and right now, it was all he had.
"Good work," he said curtly. "Prepare the team. We move out in five minutes."
The assistant nodded and hurried off to follow his orders. Daniel took a moment to compose himself, drawing a deep breath. His mind was a whirlwind of plans and strategies, each one focused on one goal: bringing Lina back safely.
With only minutes to spare, Daniel moved swiftly into his private study, the rich scent of leather and polished wood filling the air. Shelves lined with books and documents stood like sentinels around him. Without hesitation, he reached behind his desk and pressed a concealed panel, revealing a hidden safe. Inside, the essentials were neatly arranged: a sleek handgun, a tactical knife with a well-worn grip, and a compact surveillance kit. A few stacks of cash, extra ammunition, and a burner phone sat beside them.
Daniel's eyes scanned the contents, his mind racing with possibilities. There was a pistol, holstered and ready; a surveillance kit, complete with cameras and microphones; a set of lockpicks; and a small first-aid kit. Each item was carefully stored, waiting for the moment when it might be needed.
Daniel's hand closed around the pistol, his fingers familiar with its weight and balance. He felt a surge of determination. With a deep breath, he began to prepare, his movements swift and economical as he gathered the tools he needed.
He armed himself, slipping a handgun into a shoulder holster and pocketing a small earpiece for communication. He was ready for whatever lay ahead.
When he returned to the foyer, his security team was assembled, a group of highly trained professionals, each one loyal and efficient. They looked to him for direction, and he didn't disappoint.
"We have a lead on Lina's location," he said, his voice steady and authoritative. "We're heading to the old warehouse district. Move out."
They moved as one, a well-oiled machine, and Daniel led them back to the cars. As he drove, his mind was laser-focused on the mission. He would find Lina, no matter what it took. Failure was not an option.
The city lights blurred around him as he sped towards the warehouse district, his heart pounding with determination and fear.