Ranya paced the penthouse relentlessly, his normally composed demeanor shattered by frustration and worry. The room buzzed with tension, the air thick with unease. Valerie, Lynn, Mr. MacQuoid, Lena, and Damian watched him, exchanging uncertain glances.

The relentless ticking of the wall clock only added to Ranya’s torment. His fists clenched and unclenched as he tried to suppress the surge of emotions threatening to consume him. Now and then, he shot a sharp, impatient glare toward Lynn, who was furiously typing on his laptop, attempting to locate Calista.

Valerie sat stiffly on the edge of a sofa, her tablet balanced on her knees, while Lynn typed on his laptop. Mr....