The moment Georgia disappeared down the corridor, Nick's fury reignited.
He snatched his phone and dialed Sarah—once. Twice. A third time.
No answer.
His jaw clenched as he glanced at the wall clock. She wasn't on duty for another three hours—probably dead asleep in her cabin. But sleep or not, she wasn't going to get away with this.
Not this time.
Nick paced like a caged animal in his office, teeth grinding, fists tightening at his sides. Evelyn had already given him the full report—the sharp words in the galley, the passive-aggressive insults, the veiled threats.
And none of it surprised him.
This wasn't the first time Sarah crossed the line. But it was damn well going to be the last.
His patience shattered like glass under a boot.
He grabbed his phone, shoved the door open so hard it slammed against the wall, and stormed into the corridor.
His boots echoed on the steel floors like a warning drumbeat. When he reached her door, he didn't bother knocking gently.
