Panic bubbled up as he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to control his breathing as he hurried from the room.

“Is everything alright, sir?” Worthington asked as he flew down the stairs.

“No, Worthington, it is not. Julia’s not here. It looks like she hasn’t been here all night. She left her phone behind. I have no idea where she is.”

“I will call Mr. Bennett. Perhaps she took one of the cars.”

Grant strode to his office and nodded as his fingers tapped out a nervous rhythm on the mahogany desk.

Worthington snatched the receiver and pressed the button for his driver. “Yes, Mr. Bennett, has Mrs. Harrington taken one of the cars this morning?…I see. Yes, I shall inform him at once. Thank you.”

Worthington replaced the receiver, shooting Grant a nervous glance.

“Well?” he asked. “Does he know where she is?”

“No. Mr. Bennett said when he returned for Mrs. Harrington’s car last evening, it was gone.”

Grant’s stomach turned over as his chest tightened. “She’s been gone all night and no one’s known?”

“It appears so, sir.”

Grant pressed his lips together as a tremble shook his hands when he reached for the phone. “She could be anywhere. She’s confused, she’s sick. She could be hurt…or worse.”

He grabbed the receiver and pressed the button for his head of security. “Max? Julia’s missing. Find her.”

“I can track her cell–”

“No, it’s here. She left it. She has her car. The new one. Maybe try her apartment. Or that friend’s place. Maybe she remembered her.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll get the entire team on it.”

“Find her, Max.” Grant let the receiver hover over the cradle before he dropped it down and leaned onto the desk.

“Perhaps Miss Sierra has seen her,” Worthington said.

“Good idea. I’ll call Sierra.” Grant fished his cell phone from his pocket and found Sierra’s name. He placed a call to her, his fingers tight around the phone.

“Good morning, Daddy. Did Julia remember yet?”

“No, Sierra, she’s gone.”

“What do you mean gone?” Sierra asked.

“I mean she must have left last night without anyone knowing. She didn’t take her phone, no one knows where she is. Have you seen her?”

“No, I haven’t. I’m coming home.”

“Thanks,” he said before he ended the call. He needed all the support he could get, especially since another lead turned up with nothing. Where was she?

He stared down at his cell phone, his forehead creasing as he considered one more person he could call. With an abundance of reluctance, he pressed the call button next to Kyle’s name. The line trilled a few times before Kyle answered. “What do you want?”

“Kyle, I’m sorry to call this early, but have you seen Julia?”

“Why?” his son snapped.

Grant slid his eyes shut as worry coursed through him. He shoved his pride aside. Julia was his priority. “She’s…not here. She left last night. No one knows where. We all thought she was asleep, but she wasn’t. She’s been gone for hours, Kyle. And she’s extremely vulnerable right now. So, please, have you seen Julia?”

Kyle sighed on the other end of the line. “Yes, I have. She’s with me, she’s fine.”