Going back to Freda

Hardin's POV

She ran out of the room immediately, and I stood up to follow her.

“Who was that?” Shelby asked and I gave her a wild look.

“Freda!” I yelled her name, but she was far gone. Just as I was about to go out of the room, my phone began to ring, and I walked to where it was to pick it up.

“Why is he calling me?” I whispered as I saw who was calling. I bounced the call at first because of how angry I was at that moment.

“Why did you not lock the door?” I asked angrily as I tilted my head to give her a wild look, and she gestured, looking surprised.

“Who was that Hardin and why didn't she knock before coming into the room rudely.” She asked, and I took a deep breath as I tilted my head away slowly, trying to calm my nerves. My phone rang again and this time I picked up the call.

“What?” I asked in a thunderous tone and waited anxiously for a reply.

“Boss, there is a serious issue.” He said over the phone, and I could not help but wonder what he was talking about.

“What is it?” I