LEONARD’S POV:

The line was breaking. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but she sounded urgent before the call dropped.

I tried her number again, but it didn’t connect. I kept trying, but each attempt failed. Fear gnawed at me as I thought about what might have happened to her.

Immediately, I grabbed my laptop, which I had been working on, and started moving toward the garage.

“Where are you headed?” my assistant asked.

“I need to be somewhere right now,” I said firmly, my tone leaving no room for objections.

But he didn’t back down. “This project expires in 17 hours. We can’t afford to lose it. If...