The guard almost pissed his pants at that.
He was scared he had foolishly insulted a VIP.
“What…? Miss, uhm… You know him, ma?”
Twirling her Ray-Ban glasses, Whitmore's smile grew brighter as she said, “Of course. We go…way back. Wouldn't you say so, Mister Cross?”
“Miss Monroe.” Adrian responded with a tilt of his head. “If you will excuse me, I have business in the bank.”
He took a step forward and Whitmore's smile vanished.
“Stop right there!” she snapped, to the surprise of everyone around.
The guard who had almost knelt before being told immediately straightened as he saw her scowl.
“What's going on? I thought she knew him,” someone whispered.
Adrian stopped without turning around.
“You look at me when I am talking to you." Whitmore snapped as she stalked to his front.
She
