The Distraction Morgan Elizabeth Novels & Stories

But at that moment I went with my guts. My brain is reeling, trying to put a finger at the person who is behind this chaos happening in my life. I don’t if the Boss is someone whom I knew or rather seen in Worcester. It might be a complete stranger that my parents knew but I didn’t. But if it is someone I know, then I doubt two people. David Fernandez or Vincent Malinov

Davina commented as they walked into the house. THE RESTAURANT Mrs Elizabeth left her husband's company, STEWART'S ENTERPRISE in anger after arguing with Morgan... Apparently, Everyone thought she also in line with her husband with the way they ignore their children but no one will know that she never want to be acting like a stranger to her daughters.... Anytime she wants to talk Morgan about it,it always end up in tears and fight.... Always saying he is doing it for their best but it is the other way including him....

After everyone finished eating their meals, Elena cleared the table and left the room. Morgan and the men at the table began to talk about business. I listened in, taking note of some important information that was being discussed about Wright Corporation. ‘Does Morgan trust me that much?’ I asked in my mind as I stared at his side profile. And then something strange happened; the discussion had not lasted for even 30 minutes when Morgan stood up abruptly, making his chair screech on the floor and make a deafening sound.

I asked, frowning. “No, I apologize for scaring you... I came to prepare breakfast, but it looks like you have everything under control here!” I smiled gently and extended my hand to greet her. “I'm Elisabeth Lis, Mr. Morgan's secretary. And you must be... Magdalena, right?” “Patrick said I'm the maid?” With a disapproving tone, Magdalena raised her eyebrows, looking irritated. “This boy never learns to treat his elders with respect!”

I gulp it straight from the pack ,like the cool taste could somehow wash away the weight pressing on my mind. The clock ticks loudly. My mind won’t stop. I grab my phone again, trying to distract myself. I scroll through i*******m . Mindlessly. Down the feed, through reels, random photos, and headlines I don’t care about, until one stops me. A blurry image, My hair. My face. My voice, The caption reads: “CEO of Skybound, Daniel Morgan, harassed by unidentified woman in his office ,witness claims emotional outburst linked to personal affair.”

His eyes had no focus as his face was already disfigured. As much as Elizabeth was enjoying Greg withering like a worm she couldn't stay here she had one more mission and that was to go kill Megan. It was either now or never. “Say hello to the devil's because you are going to hell”. She yelled on top of her longs making sure her voice was named with mockery. “I am Elizabeth Chase. The only daughter of the most influential man who has the wealth of generations. The most cunning and manipulative person you will ever meet. I am always ten steps ahead”. She praised herself before taking slow elegant steps outside leaving Greg to burn down into ashes.

“You’re telling me that after everything, spreadsheets and meetings are still more important than me?” I smirked. “I’m Seirra Morgan, CEO of Morgan Enterprises. If I don’t show up, the world will stop spinning.” He leaned in closer, his lips grazing the side of my face as he whispered, “Then let it stop.” The shiver that ran through me betrayed the smirk I tried to keep on my face. I rolled my eyes and scooted forward, pretending to fix the hem of my dress. “You’re ridiculous.” “And you love it,” he shot back, already grinning.

All saying the same thing. Adrien Sterling: wanted for questioning. Apex Collective: victim of corporate espionage and violence. Morgan Carmichael: nowhere to be found. That last part was interesting. Multiple articles noted that Morgan had "stepped back from public duties" after the attacks. That she was "recovering privately" from the trauma of losing a valued colleague and watching her company nearly destroyed. "She disappeared," I said. "Look, Morgan hasn't made any public appearances since the server crash. No interviews. No statements except through representatives."

The unease was there, definitely. “Morgana,” I began, nodding politely toward the woman, “we didn’t realize you’d already had company.” I glanced at my watch. “Perhaps we came a bit too early.” “Oh, you’re right on time,” Morgana said quickly, brushing off my comment. Her eyes darted between Elijah and me before she gestured to the woman beside her. “Sophia, Elijah, this is Victoria Langston. She’s a highly regarded attorney and… well, a trusted advisor.”

She stayed silent for a long time. I sipped my whiskey and continued staring at her face. This woman seemed nothing like the one I married. She looked more confident. “I’m sure everything will be fine,” she sighed and looked away. “I’ll sign it tomorrow. Excuse me, I need to organize my things.” She stood up and walked toward the kitchen. I just watched her every move until my phone rang. Elena’s name lit up on the screen. I picked up the phone and stepped away to take the call, keeping a look of disinterest as Morgana disappeared into the kitchen.