Chapter 204: A fragment of his former self
Andrew didn’t show up to work the next day. Or the day after that.
By the fourth day, it was clear to almost everyone in the building that something was very, dangerously wrong.
Maxwell wasn’t well.
He wasn’t himself in the slightest. He hadn’t been able to get a good night’s sleep since Andrew hadn’t come home that first night, and now on the fourth day, the lack of sleep was becoming apparent.
Maxwell was disoriented, barely able to pay attention to the work he had placed before him, let alone meetings he was supposed to attend. He spent most of his time listlessly staring into space, his eyes bloodshot and his expression one of great pain. Mr. Newman was worried for his health, worried about the company, and worried about the relationship between the two.
It all came to a head when Mr. Beckett, Maxwell’s father, stormed in on a meeting that Maxwell was supposed to be leading, but found that the meeting was a mess, Maxwell was staring out the window blinking, and Mr. Newman looked like he was going to have a panic attack.
Mr. Beckett flew into a rage, one of which should have woken Maxwell from his lifeless form, but Maxwell barely reacted. Mr. Beckett, who had no idea of the going ons between him and Andrew, had no clue as to why Maxwell was behaving this way.
Hardly anyone knew anything was wrong, and one of the people who did know wasn’t able to get ahold of Andrew anymore. Hadn’t been able to get through their phone since the second day, and by this point, worry was consuming them entirely.
Richard was at his wits end. He’d worried himself into a corner, and after consulting his parents, he found himself on the way to the CEO’s office. Maxwell Beckett was the only one who had been to Andrew’s possible current location, but given that Andrew wasn’t with him, and the rumours he’d heard through the grapevine, things had not gone well. He wasn’t the only one worried, and when he arrived at the head office, he was told that Mr. Beckett was currently busy...with the other Mr. Beckett.
Richard, who had only just been informed that Maxwell was busy was there when Mr. Beckett had begun his tirade. Already nervous, the large man had nearly jumped out of his skin when he’d heard the roaring voice of the alpha, but when no one responded, even Richard grew concerned.
Mr. Beckett...Maxwell...was not one to let any alpha speak to him that way. If he wasn’t responsive, something serious was going on. Richard had a feeling he knew what this serious thing was, but was also afraid to find out the truth.