Emily’s POV

The satellite phone on Daniel's desk began to ring before the news anchor on the television could even finish her sentence.

RING. RING. RING.

Daniel didn't hesitate. He snatched the phone off the heavy oak desk and slammed it against his ear, his knuckles white against the black plastic.

"Speak," Daniel commanded, his voice so cold it could have frozen the room solid.

"Mr. Walker, it's Carter," his head of security shouted over the speaker, the background noise filled with screaming crowds and distant sirens. "The hospital is completely surrounded! There are at least fifty press vans blocking the main entrance of New York-Presbyterian. Tabloid reporters are offering...