Liam POV
I hung up on Paige, my thumb instantly smashing Marcus’s name in my contacts. I shoved my left hand deep into my hair, gripping the strands tightly as I paced the length of the carpeted hallway outside the boardroom. My chest was tight, the walls of the corporate office suddenly feeling like they were closing in on me.
Pick up. Come on, Marcus, pick up.
The phone rang once. Twice. On the third ring, it clicked.
"Mr. Benson," Marcus’s calm, steady voice filled the earpiece.
"Where's Sarah?" I barked out, not wasting a single second on pleasantries. The sheer panic in my tone must have cut through the line, because I could hear the immediate shift in Marcus’s posture through his breathing.
"I'm just circling the block on Fifth Avenue, sir. I'm about to pull up to the curb and
