At the waiting area leading to the room where Shawn was, Steffan saw Johnson seated in one of the chairs while two bodyguards stood at the door, standing guard.
"Johnson," he called as soon as he was within earshot. "What happened to Shawn? I heard he was rushed in here last night. Is he alright?"
Before answering, Johnson studied the once best buddy of his boss. From what he could see, he appeared to be genuinely concerned.
Who wouldn't be, afterall, a deep knitted friendship of almost thirty years was not something one could easily sweep under the carpet because of a woman.
But who could guarantee the complexities of the human heart especially when it comes to the issues of love.
"The operation was successful from what I heard but I have not received any update today. The doctors are still inside and yet to come out," Johnson replied truthfully, choosing to believe in that meager percentage of kindness.
