Chapter 42 : Tactical Planning

*Amelia’s POV*

I felt the vibrations of heavy boots thudding up the stairs and pounding at the front door. Evelyn's eyes widened and her body tensed as she snatched a paperweight from Adrian's desk. I quickly grabbed the fire poker, its end cold against my sweating palms, and stepped in front of her. The door handle rattled and I held my breath, raising the metal bar between us and whatever was outside.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and six men walked in. Their faces were set with determination, and I let out a loud, relieved laugh, "Thank God."

"Are you two okay?" Adrian's head of security asked. He walked toward us as we threw our weapons to the ground.

"Yeah, we're fine. Adrian isn't here. But I think I know where he was last night," I informed him, "He was checking out this warehouse. He had to have taken Bill along with him, he wouldn't have gone alone."

"You're right," he agreed, "We need to go to the warehouse and see if there's anything there that can tell us what ha