Shantel’s POV
“You have got to be kidding me,” Kayla shouted, and her eyes went wide. I almost thought it would pop out of her head.
“I’ll show you,” I smirked, and I leaned back in my seat casually, as I took out some money from my bag and gave the driver.
Then, I pushed the buttons, and the tinted windows of the taxi slid down smoothly.
The doorman saw me and he immediately rushed towards me with his perfectly polished shoes, hitting against the marble staircase. I didn’t need to say anything, he pulled the door open, and he bowed his head.
“Welcome, Miss Sterling,” he said, bowing with respect, as his voice was deep and professional. Then he added. “The future of the company.”
I smiled lightly, so proud of the honour my father had fought for, so I could enjoy. “Hello, Mr Will
