Amanda and Jason both escorted Honey through the Taylor Industries lobby. She could feel eyes following her, curious glances from security staff who'd obviously heard about the confrontation with Morgan. Honey straightened her shoulders and walked not making eyes contact, ignoring the whispers that trailed in her wake.
Why would Joy Smith need security?
Maybe it's about her husband I heard—
"I'll be on this floor all day," she told Amanda as they reached the executive floor. "Please ensure security is aware."
"Yes, Ms. Johnson." Amanda's tone remained formal in the office setting. "Jason will remain on this floor today. I'll be in the lobby next to the security desk."
Honey nodded, she couldn't hide the fact she had protection, and it would soon be known she was Honey anyway. Then peo
