Jackson arrived at the office an hour after Monica had been escorted out, his face tight with controlled fury, his movements sharp and aggressive as he pushed through the glass doors of Petersons International.

Employees scattered out of his path like frightened birds, their eyes averted, their whispers dying on their lips.

He went straight to Aryyah's office, not bothering to knock and pushed the door open with enough force that it banged against the wall.

"Where is she?" Jackson demanded, ...