Lawsuit for Mr. Ashington

He was going out of his mind with worry. He wanted to believe Lana up and left in the middle of the night of her own free will, but there was a part of him that was terrified Danny had dragged her out, kicking and screaming, and was now holding her hostage somewhere. The possibilities were endless.

His phone started ringing and he nearly jumped across the coffee table in his living room lunging for it. He kept expecting her to call and tell him she was okay. It hadn’t happened yet. He looked at the screen and saw it was Akira calling.

“What?” he groused.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that. Am I clearing your schedule for the day?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Is there anything I can do to help? I can call in a temp or we can just say we both have the stomach flu and operations must cease until Monday,” she offered.

He ran a hand through his hair. “No, it’s fine. I need you there holding down the fort. Feel free to cut out early. Clear my schedule for Monday as well. If I don’t find