“No, you’re not a bad person; you just made a mistake and everyone does; luckily we can still fix this,” he encouraged, but where was I going to start searching for her now?
“Are you hungry?” He asked, and I slightly pulled away, shaking my head and indicating a no. “Alright, do you want to sleep, take a shower, or maybe watch a film?” He was trying to make me feel better.
"No, I’m fine; I just want to find Loren.” I told him, and at that moment he received a phone call; he pulled away to pick it up.
“Boss, we found her location,” the person on the other end said; it was on loudspeaker, so I could hear their conversation clearly.
“That’s great news; send me the location now." Clinton responded—I didn’t understand what was going on.
“Done, boss, one of our planes with all the goods cra
