Abigail’s Second Life

As the sun rose, a firm rap echoed on Abigail's door, disturbing Sean's peaceful slumber.

Grumbling softly, he dragged himself out of bed to answer it.

Standing in the doorway was Josh, his demeanor urgent. "Can you get in touch with Irene? Madam Wright has been searching for her all morning. She's checked out of the hotel without notifying anyone from the office!" Josh whispered urgently.

Abigail, still half-asleep, stirred from the bed, her curiosity piqued. "What's going on?" she mumbled groggily.

"It's nothing to worry about, Abigail. Just a work matter. Go back to sleep," Josh reassured her before turning back to Sean.

"Oh." Abigail nestled back under the covers and closed her eyes.

Sean closed the door behind him.

"I suspect Irene is missing. Madam Wright hasn't been able to locate her, and Luna is growing increasingly anxious," Josh confided in a low voice.

"I recall Abby mentioning that Leon's family disapproves of his relationship with Irene. Could it be connected to Leon's father?" Sean's tone inadvertently softened.

"I'll look into it. You stay here and rest," Josh instructed before hurrying off.

As Sean returned to the room, he noticed Abigail stirring awake once more just as he was about to change clothes.

"Are you getting up?" she inquired, lifting her head from the blankets.

"Yeah, you go back to sleep. I'll wake you when breakfast is ready," Sean responded. Despite his limited acquaintance with Irene, the circumstances urged him to delve deeper into the situation. "Okay," Abigail replied casually, settling back under the covers and drifting into a drowsy sleep.

Sean proceeded downstairs and promptly instructed Xavien to look into the matter.

He had barely settled in the living room when Kevin's call came in.

Answering the call, Sean's tone was less than pleasant. "What's the matter?"

inform me?" Kevin's voice conveyed a sense of urgency, as if his significant other had

overstepping their agreement not to interfere in

he began before his words were abruptly cut

you'll investigate. But as they say,

responded, "Then, take charge of the investigation. Begin with Leon,

Kevin out

to this situation, Kevin would

quickly ended the

herself bound in an

distant car horns could be heard,

being transported out

to resist but

feeble and devoid of strength. Irene

be a society

law, she couldn't have

as audacious

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of

of the duration elapsed, the

of the car by someone grabbing her collar, she was then

the car appraised

beauty and intelligence, making them stand out

intended to sell

her plea for help would be

to speak with Zeke!" Irene struggled to

car lit a cigarette, placing it between his lips. "Miss, nobody said you could meet anyone. You had your chance earlier, but you didn't seize it." With

attempted to reach the door, only to be pulled back by

go of me!" she screamed,

her by covering