chapter nineteen
WILL
I nervously lick my lips and follow Mr. Frasier. Though the man is being intentionally gruff, I’m happy to be in this position.
The last thing I’d ever imagined was that I would be on the receiving end of a protective father-dress-down. It feels like a privilege and
I’m thankful to Morgan for allowing me this experience.
“Sit down, Mr. Young.”
“Thank you, sir.” I feel especially giddy, like I’m playing a part or walking in someone else’s shoes. “I would like to assure you that your daughter is one of the most amazing women I’ve ever met.”
“Save your flattery for Morgan, Mr. Young. I’m not interested in cheesy lines.”
“Yes sir.”
Mr. Frasier takes a seat behind the desk that is bare except for a laptop and several sheaves of paper.
“Where do you see yourself i
