(Morgan's POV)Flynn strode in, his usual scowl plastered on his face as he made his way over to his desk and began to shuffle through papers.The room was silent aside from the rustling of pages as Oliver and I both watched him.I took another swig of my broth, hoping it might give me some courage, then I spoke up. "I..." I hesitated, "I need to talk to you."His eyes snapped up to me and narrowed."Well, out with it. I’ve not got all day," he replied, resuming his rummaging.But I shook my head. "No... um... In private might be better," I went on, already feeling my heart starting to race.He paused, regarding me for a moment, then he sighed and rolled his eyes before gesturing for Oliver to leave the room.The boy nodded and climbed to his feet, scurrying out as quickly as his short little legs would carry him. When the door clicked shut behind him, it sounded like the lid closing on my coffin.Flynn pulled himself up to his full height, crossing his arms over his chest, waiting fo
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