Jack's POV
I got to the airport moments later. My hands dug into my pants pocket in rage. A part of my heart shredded even more as I walked down that path towards the Flight takeout stand.
My men had already been instructed on what to do, and the entire airline was on hold.
The flight that had been about to take off before the call was already prepared. I ordered them to check every corner of the planes, along with the other airlines, but she was nowhere to be found.
My heart pounded, my anger growing stronger with every passing second.
After an hour of searching, I walked over to the information desk to get the list of passengers who had already left.
My eyes desperately searched the screen in search of her name, and the greater dread settled in my heart like a pang.
There her name was, on Flight 6. The one that left just a few seconds before my call.
My arms slammed over the desk in frustration. My gaze blazing. The fire in my bones surged yet afresh.
