Morgan POV

Miguel looked so excited, knowing that he was a master. Getting him busy would be relieving my worries.

As a master, he is to control the affairs of the business and report any occurrence to me, not necessarily being in the brewery.

A thought rushed to my mind, and I smiled, writing to Miguel. Miguel's reply was late, but he apologized, saying that he escorted his younger sister out.

After that, I walked into the room, turned on the computer, and sat in a chair. I remembered ...