Of course, it was a large hotel with many rooms, and I wasn't sure where to start. Unless of course she was downstairs having breakfast.
I thought about contacting my grandmother to see if she heard from Andi, but I was concerned about worrying her. So instead, I picked up the phone and called Ryan. I tried to be nonchalant as I asked him if Andi had reported to him at all.
"I haven't heard from her, but maybe Gran has," he said to me. In the background I heard Kellie say something but couldn’t decipher it.
"Kellie said she talked to her earlier. Why? Is something going on?"
I debated with how much I should tell them. I didn't want to worry them and at the same time Andi was missing. "When I got up this morning she wasn't here, and she hasn't responded to my texts. I'm trying to locate her."
"That doesn't sound like Andi,” Ryan said.
"No, it doesn't." But I wasn't about to tell him the way I treated her the day before. "Phil has heard from her, so I should think she's okay, but I’d like to locate her just the same."
Kellie was talking again in the background.
"Kellie said she can try to get a hold of her, if you want," Ryan said.
If Andi and Kellie had talked recently, God only knew what Andi had told her. I suspected that if she said something about fucking her, Kellie would have told Ryan, who’d have scolded me. Since he didn’t, I could only assume that Andi didn’t say anything to Kellie.
"I think I'll just head downstairs and see if I can't find her in the restaurant or something."
Leaving my coffee to get cold, I headed downstairs. I went to the restaurant and then to a smaller little bistro type that wasn't open yet. I made my way to the pool, remembering that she liked to swim. But it was empty. I also checked out the fitness room which had a couple of people in it, but no Andi.
Beginning to feel even more worried than desperate. I went to the front desk. "I'm looking for Andi Walker. Has she checked out?" The clerk shook her head. "No. She's booked a new room. We finally had an opening.”
I realized the clerk was the same woman who had checked us in when I had made a stink about not having two rooms.
"Would you mind giving me a room number?"
The clerk shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I am not allowed to give out that information. I can call the room for you."
I understood the hotel's policy, but that didn't mean it wasn't ticking me off. "Yes, please."
The clerk dialed the room and while I tried to look to see the number she dialed, I wasn't able to decipher her room number from it.
"Miss Walker? There is someone at the front desk who would like to speak with you." The woman handed me the phone.
All of a sudden, I was angry that I was having to be put through all this. I thought Andi was more mature than to sulk off. She was the type of woman to ring me out.
But I knew coming off angry wasn't going to help so I yanked the reins back on my anger. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"You and I need some space if we’re going to keep things professional," she said in that prim and proper tone she’d get with me when she was mad.
It was exactly the sort of thing that I needed to hear because it's what I wanted. It's what I'd been trying so hard to keep between us. So why was hearing it from her not sitting well in my gut.
"I understand. Even so, we do have work to do and we need to be able to communicate, so next time if you could please respond to my text, I'd appreciate it."
"Yes, sir." She said tersely.
Inwardly I swore, as I realized my tone had been chastising.
"I’m working with Phil remotely going through our vendor list," she finished saying.
"That sounds good. I'll be working up in the suite today, if you need anything."
"Of course." She said, which I knew meant, fat chance.
I hung up the phone not liking the unsettled feeling I had, yet knowing there was little I could do about it.