"Marcus," Alexander bit out, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that stripped the name of any familiarity. "Code Black. Now. Track the car. Track all employees. Get eyes on the security feed for the Governors' entrance and the service exits. I want a perimeter established within five minutes. Adrian is gone."
He barked the coordinates of the Gala, then ended the call, already moving. He strode toward the main security station, his perfectly tailored suit and impeccable composure failing him. He was a storm of focused fury.
"Heaven knew Alexander was ready to raid the country if he didn't have Adrian on his arms in few seconds."
Within three minutes, Alexander was standing over the shoulder of a trembling security guard, watching the high-resolution feed from the exterior cameras, Marcus's team already remotely hacking into the system.
