Ethan's world was crumbling. Sophia was gone, and he was desperate to get her back.
He paced back and forth in his office, his mind racing with thoughts of Sophia. He couldn't concentrate on work, couldn't sleep at night.
Ethan's phone rang, and he answered, hoping it was Sophia. But it was Reginald, his voice cold and calculating.
"Ethan, I expect results," Reginald said. "Get Sophia back, or face the consequences."
Ethan's anxiety spiked. He knew what was at stake – his family's legacy, his business empire.
"I'll get her back, Reginald," Ethan said, his voice firm.
Reginald's silence spoke volumes. Ethan knew he had to deliver.
Ethan's thoughts turned to Sophia's friends, her family. Who could he use to get to her?
He picked up his phone and dialed a number. It was Emma, Sophia's best friend.
"Emma, I need to talk to you," Ethan said, his voice smooth.
Emma's hesitation was palpable. "What do you want, Ethan?"
Ethan's desperation grew. "I want Sophia back. Tell me where she is."
Emma's voice was firm. "I won't tell you, Ethan. Sophia deserves better."
Ethan's anger boiled. "You're just making this harder, Emma."
Emma's silence spoke volumes. Ethan knew he'd lost her.
Ethan's desperation grew. He would stop at nothing to get Sophia back.
But as he hung up the phone, Ethan felt a pang of doubt. Was he fighting for love or legacy?