Chapter 72: A Sense Of Foreboding
"...and with the strategic acquisitions we’ve made in the past quarter," Mr. Reynolds spoke, "we are well-positioned to capture a larger market share in the coming months."
The meeting was focused on a critical agenda of discussing the reissue of Frost Industries’ IPO. A senior executive, Mr. Reynolds, had been in the midst of giving a detailed presentation. The room had been filled with charts, graphs, and financial projections, all meant to demonstrate the company’s growth potential.
However, despite this, Demetri found himself unable to concentrate. Even as everyone was engrossed in the meeting, Demetri could feel a sense of foreboding. Something felt profoundly wrong and not knowing what was making him uneasy.
Trusting his instincts, he abruptly halted the meeting and nodded at Assistant Ma to bring his phone. As he retrieved his phone, which had been set to silent mode, his heart sank as he noticed a flurry of missed calls from Nora. Worry set in and he immediately dialled her number. He needed to reach her and find out what had happened. They’d parted on bad terms and knowing her as he did, she would not call him under such circumstances if it wasn’t urgent.
But the phone rang endlessly, and Demetri’s frustration grew as it remained unanswered. He cursed under his breath, uncaring of those sitting around him, pretending to be deaf. It was then he noticed the notification, indicating he had a message.
"Demetri, someone is stalking me. I am outside Frost Industries headquarters. Please come..." Her broken voice seemed to pierce through him and the message had not even finished playing when Demetri was already out of the door, running towards the emergency staircase.
Every person present in the conference room had also heard the message and the panic in the woman’s voice and they naturally followed the CEO to help the woman in distress. By the time, everyone had gathered their senses, Demetri had already raced down the steps.
The chilling words, "someone is stalking me," sent shivers down his spine, fueling his urgency, Demetri dared not pause for a moment. It had already been a while since she had sent the message. What if something had already happened to her? He vividly remembered the bruises she’d had last time.
As he burst out of the stairwell onto the ground floor, his eyes scanned the bustling lobby of Frost Industries and he immediately noticed the abnormal atmosphere near the reception.