Savannah's Pov
I was making my way down what seemed like the never-ending hallway toward the private office that was located at the end of the second floor. The sound of my heels hitting the shiny marble floor, each sound echoing in the silence, could be heard. But my heartbeat was even louder. It was thumping, thundering, almost suffocating.
They had called me in. Once more.
Just as the dark wooden double doors appeared in front of me, the handles shaped like coiled snakes. The view made my stomach twist. I raised my hand, waited, and knocked.
"Coming in."
This commanding, calm, deep voice that was always among the last things I felt, shook my spirit of towering little above ground.
I opened the doors with my force and went in.
