August's POV

I entered the company and went straight up to my father's floor, trying to keep control of myself, but the suffocating sense of helplessness kept spreading through me. Isabelle had left that afternoon. Hours had already passed, and I still had no idea what had happened to her. Not a single clue.

When the elevator stopped, I noticed the secretary had already left. Even so, I knew he was still there. My father always worked late, controlling everything and everyone.

I opened the