Chapter 22

Kelly POV

Sliding into the driver’s seat, I exhaled sharply, my pulse hammering in my ears. Clara's SOS call had been cryptic yet urgent enough to drag me out of an already chaotic day. My thoughts raced as I sped toward the office, each scenario more unsettling than the last. What could have possibly happened to warrant such a desperate call?

Arriving at the building, I ascended to the third floor, the familiar scent of polished floors and faint coffee filling the air. But as I stepped off the elevator, chaos greeted me. A man’s voice thundered through the hallway, demanding to see someone.

“Kendra Lewis!”

My stomach dropped as recognition hit me like a freight train. Anderson!

The guards were holding him back, with Clara nervously attempting to intervene. The moment they saw me, their collective tension eased.

"Ma'am," Clara said, breathless, "we tried to stop him—"

"It's fine," I cut her