*Morgan*

I walk into the room, and my eyes meet Reginald’s. Oh, my goodness! Why is he giving me such a furious look? I stop in the doorway of the room. From the look in his dark eyes, it seems like he genuinely hates me. Like I’m his worst enemy. I don’t have a good feeling about how this meeting will go.

Shane tugs gently on my hand. “Morgan? Come on. The meeting is about to start.”

I let him pull me. I somehow tear my ...