Tracey's POV
"Miss, you are not allowed to get in there..." The security guards at Standard Genome Tower tried to block my way.
"I need to see Lucas Plarre right now!" I ignored them and kept walking in.
"Everyone wants to see Mr. Plarre, but they have to take a number and wait."
"He took away my son. That means I don't need to take a fucking number. If you don't go up there and tell him to take my son down right now, I will set this damn building on fire and flame him out." I said in a calm and controlled voice, so nobody on the site would think that I was joking.
"We'll have to call for the police now, Miss."
"Yeah, do it right now before I call them. I'll see how Lucas Plarre explains why my son is at his possession." I stared at those security guards while taking out my mobile phone.