I walked out of the conference room and fished out my phone only to find twenty missed calls from Shravani.

What’s wrong?

It must be something important because Shravani is not the type of person to call when I’m working.

Dialing her number, I waited for her to answer only for it to go straight to the voicemail.

Dammit… I dialed Savannah’s number, and she answered my call, “Give the phone to Shravani.”

“She is not at home.” I frowned at her answer. I could hear Sharanya giggling in the background, and it put my heart at ease. Maybe it’s not that serious.

“Where is she?”

“You don’t know? Oh...