At The Office

MATHEW'S POV

“Where is she?” I directed my question at Mata without mincing words, my expression stoic and cold.

“Who are you talking about, brother?” She responded with an oblivious look and I stepped down from the car with a killing glare. The expression on her face turned to that of fear when she noticed how serious I was.

“What did you both do to my wife, and where is she?” I pressed on, taking domineering steps closer to them and they stepped backwards subconsciously.

“I don't know where she is, and we did nothing to her,” Sarah was the one who spoke this time around and I shunned her with a soft glare.

“Mata, where is my wife?” I hate laying my hands on her but this time around, I grabbed and exerted pressure on her wrist so she could know how serious I was.

She winced in pain, trying to break free from my hold. “Brother, you're— hurting me!! I don't know where she is, she began to act strange—- when she regained consciousness and stormed away!”

“Consciousness? What happened to her?” None of it was making sense to me and my gaze squinted.

“She ate icing and landed in the hospital,” She broke the news and I cursed. “Shit!”

“How could you let her eat that?” I asked, tossing her aside when I noticed a single tear rolling down her cheek because of the effect of my hold on her wrist.

“I'm not her keeper, find your wife and let me be!!” She yelled like a maniac and stormed into the house, leaving me to wallow in confusion. I hopped into the car and zoomed off the premises, heading directly to her father's house.

That was the only place I thought she could be. It was getting extremely dark and I tried to beat traffic, all to no avail. I ended up being stuck for almost an hour and each passing minute added to my frustration. I kept trying to call her but the call wasn't going through.

I finally arrived at her father's gate and met a series of bodyguards who had their signature stoic expressions. I tried to walk past them like I always did, but they stood in my way and I immediately knew something was off.

“Excuse me, I want to see my wife,” I uttered, waiting patiently for them to step aside but they didn't.

“Sir, she's not in,” One of them replied, keeping his face as blank as slate.

“What do you mean? She has to be in there,” I studied the expression on his face. Though it was blank, I could phantom that he was lying. He was saying what he was asked to.

“I know she must have told you not to let me in, we are having a misunderstanding, can I just see her, please?” I tried to be polite as I was on his turf but he seemed like one who didn't want peace.

I tried to violently get past him but stood back after giving it a second thought. I sighed frustratedly and turned around to leave. If Selene was gonna leave without giving me a reasonable explanation, then I could as well let her be.

I got back into my car and headed straight to the house. My stomach grumbled as I drove and I knew I had to eat. I didn't have a meal the previous night because of the workload and I left for the airport this morning without having anything. I got back home and noticed Mabel was cooking. Though I was hungry, I just couldn't bring myself to eat it.

All through my flight, I anticipated Selene's food. Coming home to this was a total disappointment.

“Mabel, get rid of the mess in my room,” I ordered as I stepped into the bathroom to freshen up. By the time I stepped out, I was finally able to recognise our matrimonial bedroom.

I put on my night robe and lay on the bed, trying to get an ounce of sleep but all my efforts proved abortive. Her faint strawberry fragrance emanated from the pillow and I drew it closer, sniffling hell out of it. At that point, I couldn't deny the fact that I'd be going berserk if Selene didn't return to me.

The next morning, I woke up feeling slightly energetic. My one wish was to get to the office and see Selene.

As my personal assistant, she should be in the office at least. I had my hopes high, knowing she never mixed work with pleasure.

Thoughts of her were already making me go crazy but I tried to brush them off, all to no avail. I got dressed immediately after having a bath and left the next moment without pausing to have breakfast

After thirty minutes, I arrived at the office and Damien was waiting to grab my briefcase which he did almost immediately and I strode behind him as we walked through the reception.

I stepped into the elevator, ignoring every word of greetings they uttered as I hoped to see just that one person but my gaze dropped the moment I met an empty office.

It was empty.

No bag, no laptop, not even a coffee cup it was totally empty

I stood still for a moment, my eyes narrowing.

Then I turned to Damien Hart, who was already glancing my way from across the room.

“Where is my wife?” I asked turning to Damien, my voice low but firm.

Damien hesitated for half a second, and then straightened as he replied.

“Sir… we haven’t seen her today as she hasn’t shown up.”

I looked back at the empty chair, expression unreadable.

“Damien,” I said, stepping around my desk, “reach out to Selene, don’t mention my name.

Ask her if she’ll be coming to work today,if she says no, professionally ask what her excuse is I instructed as I took my seat and pinched the bridge of my nose, waiting to get feedback.