Jacob Morgan Book Novels & Stories

As I sat on one of the couches and started reading one of the books, I still couldn’t get those manuscripts out of my mind. He admitted that they contained secrets, and I had a feeling they would answer all the questions I had. Whatever those manuscripts contained, he didn't want anyone to see them. “I never thought I would ever get to read this book. Its existence was always just a rumor. How did you get your hands on these?” The girl who sat beside me asked him. I knew her name was Morgan. She sat in front of me in class and was always the first to raise her hand. “I have a broad range of connections around the world,” Joseph answered vaguely without looking up from a book he was reading.

Morgan sat down across from me, adjusting his jacket, his movements precise but hesitant. "So," I said after a breath, offering a lighter smile I didn’t quite feel, "what brings you here? Is it about my inheritance?" He gave a short, almost strained chuckle, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "I think it’s... more important than that," A chill ran through me. I straightened slightly, heart suddenly pounding against my ribs. "What is it...?" Morgan reached into his briefcase, pulled out a thick folder, and set it down on the edge of my desk — sliding it toward me with careful, measured hands like he was handing me a loaded weapon.