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I dial Punk. “What up, Prez?”
I have to reign in my growing uneasiness. “Where is she?”
“Jo? Upstairs working,” he says, measured. “Why?”
My temper rises a notch. “And where the fuck are you?”
“Downstairs in the gym. I asked sis to join me, but she wanted to finish up a blueprint—practically kicked me out of the room.”
Worried, I run a hand along my forehead. “Go and make sure.”
Gauge mouths for me to put the call on speaker. I jab the button, allowing us both to hear the conversation.
I can practically feel Punk’s eye roll through the phone. “Bro, chill. I’m sure she’s either in the middle of drafting, or she’s conked out. This week hasn’t been exactly nice to her. Plus, she was sick this afternoon.”
“Go fucking check on her,” I grit through my teeth.
“Remember that time Jo was in the middle of getting her lady bits waxed and you freaked out when she didn’t answer her phone? Remember the backlash she gave you when you sent Eagle to find her? He walked into that tiny ass room to find her spread-eagle with a technician ripping away between her legs. I’m only saying maybe you’re overreacting. I don’t want to walk in on my sis in a compromising position,” Punk says with humor.
Gauge chuckles at the memory, but I’m dead serious right now. “For fuck’s sake, Punk, go fucking check on my woman and make sure she’s in our fucking suite!”
“Shit, bro. Calm down. I was already walking to the room,” he says. I hear him knock on the door. “Jo? It’s me. I’m coming in. I pray to God you’re dressed. Atlas is making me do it—you can blame him,” Punk says with a laugh. I hear his footsteps enter the room. “Jo?”
My heart stops. “Where is she, Punk?”
“Jo?” I hear doors opening. “Jo?”
“Punk, where is my woman?”
“Fuck! Stage? Have you seen Jo? No. Shit! No, she’s not in her room. Go get Chase.”
“Where the fuck is she?” I holler into the phone. I look over at my best friend. “Gauge, bring up the tracking app.”
“Getting Chase and his team on it now,” Punk says heatedly. “I’m checking for clues in the room.”
Gauge looks at me with concern. “Atlas, the app says she’s in the suite.”
Punk’s gulp is audible. “She’s not, but her phone is, and it’s not fucking good.”
