*******I know this is really short compared to the other chapter but bare with me. There's a method to my madness.***********
When the car arrived there were photographers everywhere. It was great exposure for Frost but it really ticked me off that they were here just to take pictures of Christian and I. Whenever either of us has an event they show up. We're not celebrities and I don't even know where they put these pictures. Forbes maybe? Regardless being treated like a Kardashian is annoying and insulting.
When Sawyer and Taylor got us through the paparazzi there was frenzy on the other side. Of course everyone looked professional and kept their composure but I noticed the frantic look in their eyes.
"Emily, what's going on?"
"Mrs. Grey, Lucas isn't here. The reporters are asking for him and no one can get a hold of him." Oh this is fucking grand.
"Give him fifteen minutes, if there's still no sign of him tell the caterers to start serving the food and I'll try to find him." This really isn't what I needed right now. He's the big ticket this season.
As soon as Emily walked off I was greeted with handshakes and smiles and well wishes. There was nothing I hated more about being the center of attention then having to slap on a smile when everything was going to shit. Usually Christian would walk away when I had to deal with the pointless small talk but I'm sure he could tell I was on edge.
"Where's the guest of honor?" He lifted his scotch to his mouth.
"He's MIA and everyone flipping out. The New York Times wants an interview and so do Oprah's people."
"Oprah? Didn't she retire? How did you-"
"I know a guy." I waved my hand. I really didn't have time to explain. "A guy who will never speak to me again if he sent reporters and a photographer from Chicago for nothing."
"I'm sure he'll show up. He's probably just stuck in traffic."
I shook more hands smiled in more faces and oo'd and ah'd at pictures of people's children. I'm glad Christian and I we're never those parents.
"Emily, any luck?"
"No sorry Ana. No one's seen him." Well I'm going to kill him.
I found Christian, who had my purse, retrieved my phone.
I must have looked furious because Christian was chiding me. "Ana, there are a lot of important people here. Don't make a scene on the phone." I wasn't really listening to him because the voice on the other side of the phone wasn't the right one.
"Hello Anastasia." I gasped.
"What have you done with him?" I whispered into the phone.
"Your little writer is safe but he won't be for long."
"What do you want?"
"I just want what's mine. You'll be getting instructions soon."
