Chapter 32 Desires Told

• I organized the office in time to regain composure, picking up the notebook from the floor and noticing a crack on the side.
• “It must be nice to have so much money that you don't care about damaging a material good,” I murmured with a resigned sigh.
• I opened the laptop screen to check for possible damage when an unusual email caught my attention with the subject: “TECHNICAL SPECIFICATION.” I furrowed my brow, curious to snoop around, but echoing footsteps in the hallway indicated Mr. Morgan's return. Furthermore, I headed to the chair in front of the desk, standing beside it as he passed by me without a glance, speaking over his shoulder.