“What the hell?” Morgan yells. I am taken back and not sure what to do. I see papers all over the place and drawers to her desk open. Her large corner office with floor to ceiling windows looks like it’s been ransacked.
“Morgan.” I say, not sure what to do.
“Someone. I don’t know what’s going on here, what were they looking for?” Morgan is very serious. I am little scared, who would do this?
“Morgan, should we call the police?” I see her contemplate this, why wouldn’t she call the police.
“No, not right now. I need to see what has been taken, if anything.” I watch as she logs in to her computer.
“It doesn’t look like they were able to get into my computer files.” She sits back in her black swivel chair behind her large wooden desk. I stand on the other side, not knowing if I should si
