“All right, I’ll talk to you later.” I glanced at the watch. “Gotta go to the office now.”

“Don’t forget to keep me updated.”

“I won’t.”

The first thing I did after arriving at the office was to ask the watchman if Ace was present. And I had to curse my luck knowing he’d arrived earlier than his usual time. And already one of the unlucky employees got fired due to his extremely sour mood.

I was certain I was the reason behind his ill temper.

Gulping the nervousness down, I kept my chin high and walked inside the building.

I hoped I wouldn’t have to face him today.

But as soon as I wished that, the elevator’s doors slid open, and he walked out. Running behind him were some black-suited men, busy explaining something desperately.

The tightness of his jaw and a day’s old stubble announced his mood. Anyone with a sane conscience wouldn’t want to cross his path today.

With widened eyes, I turned around and ran to the staircase before he could notice me. Climbing the stairs was a good exercise, anyway. But of course, my legs didn’t let me listen to my mind and took the elevator to the fifth floor.

Once I was at my destination, for the first time, I pushed the thought of him to the back of my mind. I had something else important to do.

I went to look for Sierra.

Even with so many things, her exhausted, pale face didn’t slip my head. Nor did Arthur’s mocking smirk he threw me as a challenge. Even though I could be wrong, I could feel it in my gut that something wrong was going on. And I needed to find it out.

But again, I didn’t find her at the office. Matt was the closest friend of hers after Liza in the office, so I asked him her whereabouts. But even he didn’t know much about her, except her not being herself for the past few weeks.

“What do you mean?” I asked him, outside of his current office.

He shrugged. “Her always bubbly personality was gone, as if something was really troubling her.”

“Didn’t you ask her what it was?” My brows furrowed. I had this doubt that whatever it was, Arthur had something to do with it.

“I did. But she didn’t tell me anything, Em. She can be really secretive when it comes to her personal life,” he replied, seeming to wonder himself. “Anyway, why do you ask?”

“Uh, nothing. I haven’t seen her for a few days. I heard she is sick. So, I thought to ask you, as you’re quite close to her,” I lied.