"Right this way, Miss Johnson," one of Ross's bodyguards said, stepping forward with a polite nod.
The plan was to escort her back to her home for the night.
Laura glanced past him at the three massive figures standing a few paces away—Ross's personal security detail.
They were like immovable statues, their sharp eyes scanning the surroundings even now.
"What about your boss? Are you just going to let him wander off like that?" she asked, her voice edged with concern as she tilted her head toward Ross's retreating figure.
"The big boss is fine, Miss Johnson," another bodyguard replied without missing a beat. "It would take a lot more than the little drink he's had tonight to bring him down."
Laura frowned slightly. "A little drink? He's had enough to make me dizzy just watching."
The guard chuckled. "Trust me—this isn't much for him."
For a moment, Laura hesitated.
Logic told her to let the professionals handle it, to get into the waiting car and go home.
