Morris's POV
Ana and I had spent the entire day wrapped up in each other, completely lost in our own little world.
The following morning, after I dropped Ana at her studio, I decided to make a rare visit to Welch Group.
Dad barely glanced up when I strolled into his office, his face showing absolutely nothing.
"So you fired Isobel?"
I walked right up to his desk, locking eyes with him.
"You couldn't handle it yourself, so I did it for you. Got a problem with that?"
"Not really."
I grabbed a chair and dropped into it across from him, slouching back like I owned the place.
Settling into the seat, I let my usual devil-may-care grin spread across my face, that lazy, seductive look that said I couldn't care less about anything.
"Just surprised you went that route. Worried Mom's gonna be pissed?"
Dad kept his eyes glued to the papers in front of him.
"What about you? You pissed?"
