A billionaire's daughter - The Outlaws Series

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Her alarm went off and Elena grinned, happy that she could close her books. Her father could've been useful for this one time, but he wasn't around, so she had to kill her brain to get something on paper. Working for a few hours with a break of two in between, her stomach grumbling the whole time, indicating she needed some food in there, she was so ready to stop.

With her woolen socks on her feet, she flew down via the railing and was just in time to stop herself before she would be smashed against the wall. She laughed a little bit at herself and turned around the corner, expecting her father to walk around the kitchen again. Still, the room was empty, her cup still in the sink. Unwashed.
Elena's eyes darkened, something was wrong. Her father would be back by now, he never was this late.

When she saw her phone on the table, she grabbed it and dialed his number. With the phone against her ear, she began walking around the house, waiting for anyone to answer it.

Her feet flew over the wooden floor, no sound to be heard. She closed her eyes and opened them again, feeling a headache appearing. It soon turned on voicemail and that made Elena furrow her eyebrows, he never ignored her calls.

Once, he was in an important meeting, but still answered. He was a little annoyed, but answered.
And he wasn't doing that right now.

Her heart rate went up, just slightly. She tried evening out her breath and looked around, who would know where he was? The maids didn't need to work today, the cook would arrive around noon, Shana the cleaning lady had called in sick...

The driver.

Their private driver, he would probably have brought him wherever he had to go, he would tell her! Elena dialed his number and waited again, her left foot tapping the floor repeatedly. It didn't make much sound since her socks were wool, but when someone picked up, she jumped at least a few inches into the air.

'Stephan?' she whispered into the phone while sitting down in a leather chair, tucking her feet underneath her. There was a lot of noise coming from the other side, so she repeated what she said, only louder: 'Stephan?'

With her breath stuck somewhere deep in her throat, she pressed her lips into a thin line. No one answered immediately, the sirens of the police being the only thing she really heard, 'Hello? Miss Orlova?' Finally, the air left her cramped throat and she cracked a little smile.

'Yes, it's me. Stephan, is my dad with you?' she asked, leaning into the chair, her heart now beating a little slower. But it was silent for a while again, making Elena wonder whether something was wrong with her phone or her ears.

'Elena?' the driver's voice cracked through the phone. She hummed, 'Didn't you hear it?'

'Heard what?'

'Your dad had a meeting yesterday, in Europe. The building', sucking in his breath, Elena waited for further explanation of her driver. She really didn't like pauses in between explanations.

'The building collapsed...'