19-MARK

Three days.

It had been three long, torturous days since I last saw Olivia.

Seven text messages sent and none answered.

The last I heard from her, thanks to Elizabeth, was that she had traveled to Chicago to sort out some details with other publicity events she was supposed to cover.

I got out of the elevator like a lost soul, without even saying good morning to Nina, who looked nervous.

That was weird.

“Sir.” she got up right away with an agenda in hand “First you have a meeting with Mr. Kristopolis at nine, then at ten the group of investors from Los Angeles will come to talk about the new ecological game console, then...”

“Nina.” I cut her off immediately feeling violent at all the chattering “Clear my morning, and move it all over to the afternoon, it's Friday, okay? Give me a break.”

“Sir.” she&n