Emma barged into Olivia's room without knocking, her phone clutched in her hand.
Olivia, who was in the middle of changing her clothes, gasped and cursed under her breath, "What the fu*ck, Emma!" She quickly pulled her cotton trousers up, "Ever heard of knocking?"
But Emma wasn't paying attention, "Urgh. You have got nothing new. Your ass isn't that unique," she shoved her phone towards Olivia's face, "I got a direct message from Mr. Donovan's new PA. They've found Anaya."
Olivia's eyes widened, "What?" she grabbed the phone, scanning the message.
"I was asked to deliver the message from the boss. We have found Anaya, and she is safe."
A shaky breath left her lips, "Thank God. Text him back and ask him how we can meet her."
Emma scoffed and tossed her phone aside, "Are you nuts? Seriously? Ask the boss's PA directly? No way!"
Olivia rolled her eyes and looked around for her phone, "Fine! Then what do we do? Wait around? Our friend might need us right now."
