Frederik’s POV:
Adrien is speaking, probably showing Gibson the footage, as I’m hearing sound from there for the cars.
“Who’s in the fucking ambulance, Gibson?”
I’m losing my mind and signal Randy we’re going, turning around with hurried steps to go outside and take the fucking car and go back home.
Gibson is in silence….
“GIBSON! FUCKING TELL ME!”
“Jesus Christ…. Let’s go, Adrien!”
They’re stepping down from the car as I hear the doors shutting.
“Boss…. It’s Madam…. She’s…. I’m going there…. You better come here fast…. She’s bad….”
I’m halted in my tracks, with my eyes moving left and right, losing my fucking breath and my heart receiving fucking swords in it.
WHAT?! My baby…. No…. HOW DID YOU GET OUT FROM THE AGENCY?! Oh my God….
“Boss? What’s happening?” Randy is asking me.
“What do you mean she’s bad? What do you see, Gibson?!”
I hear Adrien speaking to the ones at the gate and they deny entrance, but he’s persistent.