Elliot was at the Sterling Group when he took the call.

"Mr. Foster, Shea has taken Hayden to the National Youth Programming Championships today. She has managed to convince him to participate in the finals," said the bodyguard on the other end of the line.

Elliot's brows furrowed, and he was dumbfounded as he said, "What are you talking about?"

The bodyguard repeated himself, then explained, "Miss Shea asked me not to tell you about it."

"Why are you telling me now, then?"

Elliot massaged the space between his brows as a sense of foreboding rose inside him.

"When Hayden Tate won the competition, Miss Shea ran up on stage. Someone recognized her and things turned chaotic. Miss Shea's isn't hurt, but she is a little shaken up."

Elliot listened to the bizarre story and thought that the bodyguard was having a go at him.

"Why would Shea take Hayden to the Youth Programming Championships?" he wondered.

Hayden was a loner who disliked meeting strangers. Logically, he would unwillin