Page 243 of The Art of Almost Losing It
“Fine. You want to sit there in denial?” I grab my coat. “Whatever.”
“You get back here—you don’t get to run away,” Frank warns me.
I whip back around to face him. “I’m not running away. I’m going to find her right now.”
“So you do know where she is?” Frank rushes after me.
“No, but I know who does. We’re going to Svensson Investment.”
***
“I’m working. Security!” Carl calls when my brothers and I storm into his office.
“It’s like eleven p.m. You’re not doing shit—I interned at private equity. I know what goes on here this late at night,” Aaron sneers.
“Greg!” Carl hollers when I shove his chair.
“Where’s Dani?” I bellow.
“What the fuck?”
I grab his computer.
“Greg!” Carl yells again.
“Can I help you?” Greg Svensson looks murderous from the doorway.
I give his younger brother one more shove.
“Grayson will kill the power to this entire block if you don’t tell us where Dani is,” I snarl.
Greg just smiles. “Sounds like we’re about to margin trade, Carl…”
“No, I won’t. I can’t just do that—that’s not how this works.” Grayson shakes his head. “I could go to jail.”
“Then like half the family will be in jail.” Connor crosses his arms.
“Could you please track Danielle Lockwood’s phone?” Aaron asks Carl. “Time is of the essence.”
“Since you asked nicely,” Carl sneers and pulls up some tracking software.
“Carl, don’t do that.” Greg frowns. “Danielle ismyemployee.”
“She’sourfuture sister-in-law,” Finn counters.
“Maybe,” Spencer adds when I scowl. “That is TBD.”
“You can’t just be crazy and possessive about this girl and not even marry her,” Carl scoffs.
“Carl!” I slam my fist on the desk.
“God, he PMSes for real.”
“She’s in danger. One of your security guards took her, so unless you want to be involved in a lawsuit…” Grayson lets the threat hang out there.
“Oh, shit.”
“This better not be the one you had us fire because he stole her underwear. Is it?” Greg snaps at me.
