The smirk on Scott's face immediately disappeared as he walked back to his car. It was replaced by a deep frown as he cursed under his breath. He took off his jacket and tossed it harshly at his assistant, who was standing near the car with the door open.
Scott let out a shaky breath and turned to look in the direction where she had been standing. But there was no one there anymore. His jaw tightened, his anger rising as he turned away and got into the car. His assistant quickly closed the door and hurried to the driver's seat.
He was about to start the engine, wanting to drive off quickly before Scott lost it again, but Scott stopped him with a low, dangerous question.
"Are you sure about it?" Scott asked quietly, his tone sharp.
Terry's eyes darted to the rearview mirror, meeting his boss's cold glare. "Yes, sir." He reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a photograph, his hands trembling slightly as he handed it over.
