EIGHTY-FIVE

OLIVER

"She is safe, but someone blew up the car outside the mall. Someone tried to kill us at the boutique."

I felt like my body temperature dropped ten degrees. Someone blew up their car? My grip on the phone tightened and I felt my chest contrast. Jesus Christ, Ellen could have been in that car. What happened? Who did that?

"She was not harmed, Oliver," Dante's voice brought me back.

"Is she fine? Are you alright?" I asked huskily. Why was Dante calling me and not Ellen? Why was Ellen not speaking to me on the phone?

"I am fine and Ellen is fine, except for a few bruises."

"Can she talk to me?" I was already walking out of my office. Monica's voice was in the background, but I could not make out what she was saying.

"She is still shocked from—" I hung up and half ran to the elevator.

"Mr. Moreno, are you alright?" Monica asked me.

I halted just before I got into the elevator. "I need to get to my wife right now, she was in an accident."