HENRY'S POV
I shot a curious glance at my boss in the backseat and quickly looked away. I had just brought the luxury car to a stop outside the house that he frequented nowadays.
I couldn't, for the life of him, figure out what he was up to. Especially as he removed his designer suit and pulled on a shabby jacket over his shirt.
I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, wondering whether to ask the questions in my mind or not. I didn't want to cross any boundaries, but this was beyond astonishing, and I couldn't help the curiosity. Besides, I wasn't getting paid to stick my nose into my boss's personal business…In fact, sticking it where it wasn't wanted would be a sure way of losing my pay.
After changing into the jacket, Morgan went ahead to remove his Italian leather dress shoes
