Adana had gave her men a quick nod, signaling them to stay on the bottom floor while she had gone upstairs. During the elevator ride, she had stayed quiet. Once the elevator stopped, she fixed her hair to the side, and gave her slim, black dress a quick glance to make sure it looked okay. Adana followed quietly as the small group made their way down the hall, and she observed the small altercation between the men. Wincing slightly, she turned and walked in without saying a word to the man that got the end of the barrel, although she felt slightly bad for him.
Adana stood, almost gawking, at the room. It was sophisticated and open. "Good taste." She muttered, impressed. She remembered there were others in the room and turned her attention back on them. They didn't seem like they knew why they were here either. The look in their eyes gave it all away. This worried Adana. If they had been picked for some sort of 'execution' she doubted her father would take too well to that. Mr. White would have his hands full with the European clans.