CHAPTER FIVE
A few days later, Morgan rushed into Osana’s office at Spears Corp. as she headed for another grueling meeting.
“Hey.” She put on a smile.
“How are you?” Morgan massaged his hands as if he were nervous. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
“I’m headed for a meeting.” She stuffed a thick file under her arm. “The CEO can’t keep everyone waiting can she?”
“Okay.” He maneuvered himself onto the couch by the window and covered his face with his palms.
“Shit.” She closed the door. “What’s wrong?”
“No, go to your meeting.” He’d moussed his hair, giving it a silky sheen. “That’s more important.”
“You’re my friend.” She sighed, sitting beside him. “Now spill it.”
“I don’t want to keep whining about my problems.”
“You’re not whining.” She touched his shoulder. “I take it this is
