Colton's POV
I grabbed my phone from the counter and checked the time. It was past 12am!
Where the hell are they?
"Hello, Michael?" I asked, after the line connected. "Where are you?"
"A-lpha Colton," He stuttered as though he was caught off guard by my call. A frown rested neatly on my face as my mind twirled in circles.
"Where are you?" I asked the second time, already grabbing my car key.
"I'm in the estate sir. I'm sure you're calling to know if I've taken the package." He said, rustling noises settling in the background.
"What package are you talking about?" I snarled, walking towards my car. "And where the fuck is Miranda?!"
"Miranda? She's fine…" His voice trailed off at the last part as he suddenly realized what was going on. "Sir Axel ordered me to get the package you asked him to deliver from his estate. I-i didn't kno-"
I groaned in frustration, opening the car door, "How long have you been working for me, Michael?!"
"3 y-years, sir," He stuttered.
