Betty had tried calling Philip for the fifth time. Still no answer. With every second that passed, her anxiety deepened, wrapping around her chest tight like a choker on the neck.
Frustrated and tense, she jumped into her car and drove straight to his house, barely remembering to breathe. She unlocked the door with her key, the one he gave her when things still felt real, and stormed inside. He wasn't in the bedroom, so she kept moving.
The moment she reached the study, she halted immediately.
Philip was there. Seated. Calm. Discussing business, with Ryker.
She paused just as she heard Olivia's name drop in the middle of the conversation.
"I've been trying to call you, Philip. Are you seriously ignoring my calls now?" she snapped, ignoring Ryker's intimidating presence altogether.
"She's wild," Ryker muttered under his breath. "You two should talk. I'll see you later, Philip."
