Jason's POV
The administrative wing was a labyrinth of shadows and locked mahogany doors. I ran down the hallways, my chest heaving, shouting her name until my throat felt raw. "Sarah! Sarah, answer me!"
The security guard trailed behind me, his radio crackling with static. We checked the boardrooms, the darkened offices, even the supply closets. Every time I turned a corner and saw nothing but empty space, the pressure in my skull increased.
"She’s not here, Mr. Vanderbilt," the guard said, sounding more certain with every passing minute. "No one is. The wing has been locked since five o'clock."
"She has to be!" I roared, spinning around to face him. "She wouldn't just... she wouldn't leave the building!"
Liam appeared at the end of the hall, his silhouette sharp against the dim ligh
