While Viola remained unconscious, receiving treatment, in Sebastian's penthouse high in the skyscraper, Laila was growing more frustrated the longer she waited for him. She had been there since last night, ever since she heard he had returned from his trip. She had wanted to surprise him, because for some reason they had been growing apart, unlike before, when he would seek her out himself often.
She paced the wide space of his penthouse, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. One hand rested on her waist while the other repeatedly tried to dial his number. It rang and rang with no answer. She had been calling since last night, and now it was morning, the sun peeking in at full strength, the world awake and working.
She had already checked his office through one of the Deltas guarding that floor and had been told Sebastian had left at midnight. So why on earth wasn't he here? The thought tightened her chest with frustration.
