~Norman~

The desk in my study feels like it might snap under the pressure of my grip. I am pacing the floor, the phone pressed so hard against my ear that it’s starting to throb. Every second that ticks by on the wall clock in the corner feels like a drop of tension falling into my stomach.

"Four days!" I roar into the phone, my voice echoing off the high ceilings. "It has been four days, and you are telling me you have nothing? I don't pay you to give me excuses. I pay you to find the ...