Page 67 of Obey

Someone shouts about body shots in the background, and whatever amusement I might have found in this conversation disappears.

“Sloane, put the man you're with on the phone.”

“His name is Trey, and he's a national treasure. Show some respeccccct.”

“Trey,” I call, refusing to indulge another detour.

A cheerful male voice answers, “Yes, Daddy Warbucks?”

Jace nearly falls out of his chair.

“Where are you?”

“Out.”

“I'm aware of that.”

“Then why'd you ask?”

Sloane starts laughing, and I hear her struggling to breathe between giggles. I close my eyes for a moment, reminding myself that threatening a man I've never met will accomplish precisely nothing.

“Sloane, no more alcohol until I get there.”

“Oh, he's coming?” she asks Trey. “Tell him he has to pay a cover charge. They don't do cor... corporate discounts.”

The line goes dead. For a moment, I stare at my phone, wondering whether Sloane Harper has just hung up on me.

“Well, that was fucking adorable.” Jace is still laughing, although his amusement fades when he sees my expression.

“She's drunk,” I say, already getting to my feet.

“Spectacularly,” Elias agrees. “Was that her personal phone or her work phone?”

I check the number. “Work.”

“Then I can locate her.”

Elias retrieves his phone and opens SOLAÉ's security application, his fingers moving quickly across the screen.

Jace grabs his jacket off the back of his chair. “Please tell me we're going to get her.”

“Obviously,” I reply.

A moment later, Elias turns his screen toward me. A location pin glows over a nightclub in San Francisco.

“Found her.”

I collect my keys and head for the door, but Jace is already halfway down the hall.

“Come on, old man!” he calls over his shoulder. “Our girl's about to get herself into trouble!”

Elias follows, slipping his phone into his pocket as I lock the conference room behind us.

I'm not particularly concerned about Sloane embarrassing herself. At this point, she's already accomplished that spectacularly.

I'm concerned about the fact that she's intoxicated, surrounded by strangers, and apparently being encouraged by a man who finds the entire situation hilarious.

By the time we reach the private elevator, I'm already calling her back.