Chapter 23. The Sketch Artist

I was not as triggered as before, my focus was no more on the fact that I felt disrespected by the man. I was more concerned about the fact that we needed his help. “We just need you to help us get a sketch artist. I can describe how the woman looks and you could help us find her.”

Bradley nodded in agreement. “If I can see what she looks like then maybe I would be able to tell who she is and what she wants. Maybe I will be able to diffuse the situation.” 

“Hmm,” Sam mumbled in response as he nodded slowly. “Okay, let me make a call. You two can wait outside.” He flashed a firm smile. 

I nodded and sighed as I stood to my feet. I did not care if this was going to take hours, I was not leaving here until we had come to some sort of solution. I needed something done before going back home. 

I led the way and the CEO followed. When we were out of the office, there were metallic seats in the hallway. I sat on one and he did the same. We sat in silence for