I get another three documents signed before my office door burst open. Charlotte’s pale face has me up on my feet in a second.
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?” I rush to her just in case she faints.
She grabs my arm and starts to pull me from the office. “You need to go. They’re in the copy room. Someone attacked Della.”
Shaking my head, I frown at Charlotte. “What?”
Then the words sink in. Della has been attacked.
I run from my office and when I reach the elevators, I repeatedly slam the button until the fucking thing opens.
I step inside and impatiently wait for the doors to close. When they finally shut in front of me, I slam my fist into the mirror. A crack splinters through the mirror and I quickly step back as it crashes to the ground.
I open and close my fists as fear overwhelms me.
Della.
My Della.
My mind races, not really focusing on anything of substance.
The elevator doors open, and as I step out shock shudders through me. The building security is all over the place. I watch as paramedics run towards me. The run by me and into the copy room, and it’s only then that life returns to my body.
I follow the paramedics, and when I step inside the copy room my world starts to spin. Della is on the floor and Rhett is holding her. Logan is on his knees in front of her and he starts to move so the paramedics can get to her.
My eyes dart around the room and if feels as if someone is throwing punches at me. I see the vomit. Fuck, the stench hangs sour in the air.
I look back to Della as a paramedic reaches for her neck. She starts to struggle in Rhett’s hold, raw wails tearing from her.
I start to walk towards her. It feels as if something else has taken over my body. I want to run, but for some fucked-up reason, I can’t.
Logan places his hand against my chest. I see his mouth move but nothing he says makes sense. I can only hear Della.
Rage engulfs me, and I walk right by Logan. One of the paramedics tries to stop me, but I shove him out of my way.
I reach for Della as she looks up and the fear on her face fucking destroys me. I sink to my knees next to her. My heart is thundering in my chest as Rhett let’s go of her. Her body shoots forward and I catch her as she slams into me.
Her breaths sound like painful gasps that are grating her throat raw. I wish I could breathe for her.
“Babe,” I say, but it doesn’t sound like my voice.
She tries to pull herself up against me but there’s no strength in her body.
Abruptly, the reality slams into me and it feels as if I’m thrust into a nightmare.
I wrap my arms around her and hold her shaking body to me.
“What the fuck happened?” I growl at Rhett.
“Someone attacked her. We were in the printing room when we heard her screaming,” Rhett says. I’ve never seen him so pale and upset before. “The fucker was on top of her, strangling her.”
“Who?” I hiss.
Rhett shakes his head. “I don’t know. The guards dragged him away.”
“Sir, we need to get her to a hospital,” the paramedic says, drawing my attention back to him.
Fuck, he’s right.