↳ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 ー 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘

𝐋𝐗𝐗𝐕 ー 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞

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Another armchair is flipped on its side, left to lie amongst the mess of broken picture frames and trampled houseplants. Shattered belongings crunch beneath tough boots.

"Nothing." Grayson rests his hands on his hips, jaw locked tight. "The place is empty and my knife isn't here."

What was once a quaint, tidy apartment has now been turned upside down and destroyed. Every article of clothing has been strewn across the floor that can no longer be seen.

Mirrors have been fractured, furniture has been ripped apart, fragile memorabilia have been reduced to mere pieces. Every inch of the apartment has been searched thoroughly and methodically.

"I told you she wouldn't be here. Her home and the hospitals are the main areas she's avoiding right now." Tyson shrugs. "She isn't stupid."

"Don't waste your breath complimenting her."

"I'm not."

Grayson scours the ruined apartment. He knew she wouldn't be here but a part of him hoped she'd be stupid enough to return. She saw how many men were stationed at the hospital. Staying above ground is a risk.

He grumbles under his breath, storming out.

Lorelei can't help but smirk at the man occupying most of the sofa. Her pointer finger taps against the armrest of the velvet chair, head cocking to one side. Distant ticking of the clock briefly eats away the lingering silence.

"No one matching your incredibly detailed description has set foot near my underground network. None of my contacts have seen her either."

"Are you certain?" Grayson questions.

"Don't insult my intelligence."

"Don't tempt me," he remarks snidely.

"If you're so desperate to locate her I could always have my contacts join you in the search. You'll be surprised by the things they can uncover. Their business will cost a small fee but they'll get the job done."

His eyes roll. "I'm good."

A smile forms. "How's Sierra?"

"We're done." He stands tall, already making his way to the elevator.

"I'm just asking about my friend."

"No you're not."

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me anything. I'll get the details from her. You know us women love to talk."

An insult fizzles on his tongue when a soft ding interrupts. Gold doors slide open to let Tyler enter the penthouse, his surprise evident.

"Oh, hey man. I didn't know you were here."

"You deserve a raise for dealing with her." Grayson pushes past, pressing the button for the ground floor.

"I don't deal with her, I love her," he declares, confused. "I'll take a raise if one's going."

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