Chapter 10

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"Taylor where the fuck is she, she did not just disappear." "Sir, we are trying to find her, but we are unable to track her. She has not opened up a new bank account, and she has no way to access yours, although you added her back on I doubt she knows, and after how rude the branch bank manager was to her I doubt she will try. We know she took $5000 cash, but after buying that dress and shoes, she cannot have much of that left. She has not cashed her check from her closed bank account. She has been careful sir."

I have been searching for her all day and the fact my security team has no clue where she may be, pisses me off. Especially since a dedicated resource is assigned to protect her, Sawyer failed at his job. When Ana returned to her hotel last night, Ray made Taylor promise to give Ana her space. Taylor had used restraint to keep me from her all but handcuffing me to my chair. I did not appreciate Taylor committing to Ray I would not show up. The bond between military brothers is strong, and Taylor would not break his promise whatever the cost. Even the empty threat of firing Taylor did nothing to persuade him to allow me to see her.

"Take me to the Olympian" I barked at Taylor still angry with him that he physically restrained me keeping me from coming here last night. "Sir, you have a meeting with Youssef Pierre, the French investor in 30 minutes." " I don't give a fuck at the moment. I need to find her." I usually did not work weekends, well not since Ana I tried to give her every minute. This investor was in the states for a different reason and was flying out of Seattle tonight back to France. He had a small window to meet, and I realized how important the meeting is to a project we have been struggling to launch. I sent a clipped message to Ros to take care of the investor. I arrived at Ana's hotel this morning at 9 am knowing she did not get up early. However, I was disappointed the room was vacant. The only personal effects in her hotel suite were her gown and shoes from last night.

I looked around there was nothing else personal left in the room. I collapsed on the bed what the fuck had I done? I was not excited about the baby, but I was not prepared to lose Ana forever. The impact of my non-thoughtfulness is crushing me, and suddenly I could not breathe. I was gasping for air, Taylor ran to my side trying to help me regulate my breathing. It took several minutes. I felt defeated by my actions and felt sick a series of misunderstandings drove her away. I left her penniless, and pregnant. I growled at Taylor "find her." If I did not direct my anger at Taylor, I would more than likely have a mental breakdown.

Taylor began making calls, within minutes my security team hacked the hotel's system and determined at 7:07 this morning Ana is seen walking out the front door with her purse along with a small duffel bag that Taylor confirmed was the one Gail had initially packed for her. I broke down in tears; I am not sure when the last time I cried, but it was was when I was very young before living with Grace and Carrick. My body racked because of my stupidity I may lose Ana.

Taylor left me in the room giving me some sense of privacy I freshened up in the bathroom before I gathered Ana's dress and shoes ordering Taylor to take me to Welch. We had to come up with a plan; she had no phone to track. I had the guys hack Ray's I know he had talked to her but Ray was smarter than that, and his call log only showed his team members. Nothing is out of the ordinary. There was no bank account to track transactions. Welch began running her photo through a photo recognition software while it randomly scanned public areas, traffic cameras, and open access business cameras trying to determine if there was a hit. I went to my meeting joining late since there was nothing I could do until the security team got a lead.

I felt useless, and when Taylor picked me up, he had no updates. After I muttered a series of curses, I asked him to take me to Grey Publishing. It was late afternoon, and my team had no clue where she could be.

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