That same day,
12:09㏘.

MORGAN MILTON.
I was suppose to be at the office, but after what happened last night with the board, I decided I needed a work out. And have being hitting it in my gym ever since I woke up. I heard the doorbell and then Brooke's voice. I stopped working and draped a white towel over my neck, cleaning the beads of sweat rolling down my face to my throat.
Brooke isn't supposed to have anyone over, but I'm not so sure I made that part clear to her. I stooped dead in my tracks when I heard another voice, a soft familiar female voice. The voice of the devil. I ran out, heading for the living room, seeing a blonde head with her back turned to me, and Brooke walking in with a glass of juice.
It seemed as if she could sense my presence, caus
