Malachi.
My entire body tenses as the call ends. I redial the number, but it goes straight into voicemail.
"Malachi…Malachi, what's going on?" Nathan asks across from me on the meeting table, concerned.
My eyes raise to his, my usually stoic expression, slipping. The other board members in Tenshaw Citybank, Malibu, stare, concerned. Am representing my dad for this meeting. He's the chairman and owner of the bank, while Nate and I hold huge stocks.
"Everyone excuse us." I order quietly.
They all share a look, before they file out of the room. The number's switched off.
"S**t." I growl, scrolling to the LAPD chief's number.
"What happened?" Nathan asks again.
I lift a finger, pausing him. My head aches from anxiety that floods my entire body. My heart in my mouth as my mind goes through series of horrible scenarios.
