Anastasia's fingers trembled as she gripped her phone, staring at the unanswered call screen. Come on, pick up. Her heart pounded, her pulse racing against time. She pressed the call button again. No answer.
Frustration clawed at her chest. She had less than two hours to fix this disaster before her family's company crumbled beyond repair. She quickly typed a message.
Anastasia: Dante, please, we need to talk. This has gone too far.
A second passed. Then a minute. Still nothing.
She checked the time—6:42 PM.
She couldn't afford to wait. If he wouldn't answer, she'd find him herself.
Anastasia grabbed her keys and stormed out of the Laurent estate, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floors. The weight of her desperation settled heavily on her shoulders as she climbed into her car. She knew exactly where Dante would be. Montgomery Enterprises. The empire he now ruled.
He's not ignoring me out of busyness. He's doing this on purpose.
