Hard To Catch

Samuel paced his living room, enraged.

“How did she escape without anyone knowing?” Samuel barked.

Kingston took a step backward to avoid the wrath of Samuel’s anger.

“You were parked outside, weren’t you? How couldn’t you have seen her?” Samuel turned to Kingston in mad rage. It was as though he would grab him and strangle him for such level of incompetence.

“Sir, maybe she left before we arrived, because I did not see anyone sneak out of the penthouse, or I would have notified you,” Kingston tried to defend himself.

Jess just sat there and watched Samuel exhibit his anger.

“Get out,” Samuel told Kingston and he bowed and exited the living room.

“You are barking up the wrong tree,” Jess said plainly.

Samuel put his fingers through his hair and roughed it up in annoyance and frustration. It was clear as day now; Ciara Summers would be the death of him. He knew that Jess was right. He should not have poured the entire blame on Kingston, because truly, Ciara might have fled the house