Stella POV
The elevator dinged just as the call ended. Johnson, my driver, took a step before me, blocking the path. His broad shoulders perfectly blocked my view.
I wanted to complain about him stopping me from exiting the elevator, but then I recalled Adrian mention he was also a guard for me.
I swallowed. Maybe this was his way of fending off the dangers ahead. The slow whine of the elevator doors as they opened broke through the silence.
When the door fully opened, he stepped out first, his gaze swept through the hallways before he gave me a nod, exiting out of my way.
I fought the urge to tell him there was no danger lurking in the dark, that this was my company and this floor was solely for the president.
Staring at the wide hallway before me, I drew in a breath and walked towards my office.
My heel clicked softly, almost deliberately, against the marble floor. With a slight push, I opened my office and entered.
