A black Maybach came to a halt before a tall building. Both Adam and Stella stepped down at the same time.
The building had around twenty floors and was completely lined with black one way mirrors. One could see his own reflection in them from the outside, but the people on the other side could easily see through them.
The name of the company could be seen at the top in bold letters which could easily catch a passerby's attention with their shimmering golden shade.
Stella gazed at the top of the building while Adam gazed at his girl. Both of them were lost in their own thoughts when someone interrupted them.
A man of average height, walked briskly towards their direction. He must be in his early thirties and was wearing a light brown coat and matching pants, paired with a white shirt. His dark brown leather boots struck against the ground, making a thud sound with each of his steps, as he approached the duo.
"Good morning Mr. Levinson. I am Mr. Brighton's secretary." He greeted Adam, not paying any attention to Stella.
"And where exactly is Mr. Brighton?" Stella asked him curtly, raising an eyebrow at him.
"He's waiting for Mr. Adam's arrival." The secretary replied as politely as he could.
"You mean to say that he's waiting for us, sitting in the lavish comfort of his office." Stella added as a smirk crept up on her face. "Shouldn't he be here to welcome us? Or at least his son could have come since he's the Vice President of the company. Is this how you treat your guests?"
"N-No. You are taking it wrongly Miss. They were supposed to be here but they are caught up in a meeting. It was supposed to end ten minutes earlier but due to some technical issues which happened in between the presentation, it got delayed. I apologise for that." The secretary replied in a polite tone, though he was internally cursing her, but he knew better not to voice his thoughts out.
"Shall we go upstairs now?" He asked, looking at Adam who replied him with just a nod.
"You sure know a lot." Adam murmured softly as he pulled her towards himself a bit.
"I don't. But we do have internet these days you know. What do you think I was doing with my phone all the way to here." She replied to him, keeping her voice as low as she could before slowing down her steps so that she could walk behind him.
Adam narrowed his eyes at her. He hated it whenever she did that.
Stella glared at him, giving him a warning as not to start acting like a child.
It wasn't his company where they could even walk hand in hand and people won't even bother looking at them. If they even walk side by side here, it's going to end up in tomorrow's newspaper and that too on the front page.
Adam knew this too well, so he continued walking ahead of her with a grumpy face as they entered the building.
Taking the President's personal elevator, the man guided them all the way to the President's office.
"I am sorry that I cannot welcome you myself. I was in a meeting, it just got finished." A man in his early fifties walked towards them.
He was wearing a dark blue striped coat over a plain dark blue button-down shirt with matching pants. Though he was old, but he had a good physique. It was obvious that he was among those people who spend a lot of time and money on the maintenance of their looks.
Stella rolled her eyes inwardly. 'Excuses.' She had seen the secretary texting someone on their way to the office. How dare someone look down on her man and then cover it up with lame excuses just to save their asses.
"James, James Brighton." He extended his hand towards Adam who took it, shaking it firmly.
"It's alright Mr. Brighton. Work comes first." Adam replied with an expressionless face.
"And this young lady is?" James turned his attention to the girl who was standing a couple of steps behind Adam, holding a green file in her hands.
"She is my assistant. Stella." Adam introduced her in a placid tone.
"Ms. Stella." James nodded in her direction.
"Mr. Brighton." Stella replied with a nod, keeping a professional smile on her face.
"Let's have a seat then." James spoke up, smiling brightly. He was more than eager to know what brought the great Adam Levinson here.
"Coffee, tea or anything else?" James asked the duo as the sat down.
Adam and Stella were sitting on the couch while James sat on one of the single sofa chair across them.
"A black coffee for me and an English tea for her." Adam replied without holding back.
"Sure." James smiled at him before signaling his secretary to go and bring their drinks, who immediately left to comply with the orders.
"So what brought you here Mr. Levinson?" James asked, turning his attention back to Adam.
"I have an offer in which you might be interested in." Adam replied as he put forward his hand before Stella, silently asking her to pass over the file which she did.
Adam passed the file to James. "Go through it once and take your time Mr. Brighton, we are in no rush." He added as he leaned against the back of the couch, lazily crossing his one leg over the other.
James nodded and opened the file. It was a proposal for a business collaboration with one of the subsidiaries under Levinson Corp. His eyes widened in shock as he looked through the file, flipping one page at a time.
His secretary had brought their drinks including his when he was halfway through the proposal, but he didn't pay any attention to his steaming coffee.
"Dad! Are they here?" A husky voice interrupted the quietness of the office as a young man entered.