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Morgan's pov:
"May I join you?" Winston asked, his eyes sparkling with a smile.
"Sure" I replied.
He took the seat opposite mine and turned to the waitress. "I'll have the fettuccine pasta and a side of chicken."
"And I'll have the beef Wellington and some wine."
"Wine?" Winston asked and chuckled.
"I know it's the middle of the day but I need it." I said with a sigh. " You don't want to know why."
"Okay that will be all?" The waitress asked, her gaze travelling between us both.
"Yes thank you," I said. She walked away to get out orders ready.
"Actually, I do." Winston said, making me turn to him. "I want to know what happened."
I thought back at the conference room, seeing Dante sitting there so smug and so proud. And anger flared up inside me.
"I met someone I didn't wa
