Page 86 of Enthrall Climax

I inhaled a calming breath and centered myself. Mia needed me at my best.

“Get me a car.”

Shay nodded. “I can do that.”

“Find out Helete’s address, too.” I stared down at the number that appeared on my phone and answered, “Cole.”

The line went dead.

I swiped my ID badge to get back into Cole Tower and redialed that number.

“Welcome to The Manhattan,” answered a chirpy male. “Pool bar.”

I stopped halfway down the hall so the call wouldn’t drop. “Did you just see a blonde woman in her early twenties at the bar? Her name’s Mia.” I played my hunch.

“This is the pool bar.”

“You wouldn’t miss her.”

“I’m afraid there are a lot of women here who match that description, sir.” He sounded terse. “If you give me a room number I’ll put you through.”

“Someone just called me from your bar,” I said, through clenched teeth. “They used your phone. They could be in trouble.” Saying any more could endanger her more.

“I’m not at liberty to reveal the names of guests.”

The fucker hung up on me.

“Find out if Mia’s at The Manhattan at Times Square,” I barked at Shay. Then I sprinted toward the elevator.

We made it back to her floor and returned to Mia’s desk, searching for anything that might help…a business card, a contact in her notebook, a name on her scheduler.

“Get IT to crack her code.” I pointed to her desktop.

We were again being watched by Kelly, and with her cubicle being just opposite she might have caught some unusual behavior or even noticed the appearance of a stranger.

I left Mia’s cubicle and approached her. “How are you?” I softened my tone so as not to alarm her.

“I had fun the other night.” She smiled coyly. “We danced.”

“That’s right.” I ignored the stares from her colleagues. “Did Mia Lauren say where she was going?”

She glanced past me. “She won’t be long. She’s a hard worker.”

“She’s not in any trouble.” I forced a friendly smile to reassure her. “Have you seen any strangers around here?”

“No.”

“I have Lance’s address.” Shay grabbed my attention. “I have a car waiting.”

“One second.” I thanked Kelly and returned to the staff break room.

I reached for theTime Magazineissue again, resting where I’d left it on the coffee table. Anyone considerate enough to take a break and sit on that couch would have picked it up before, surely? The room was just too organized and neat for any of my employees not to have taken a second to deal with such a small detail. Or maybe I was over-thinking it?

There was a knock.

I turned my gaze toward the door and saw Kelly. “Hey, everything okay?”

“It’s probably nothing.”