Morgan's POV:

The picnic had gone horribly. If it had been a deal signing, I would have failed. It was currently night with the kids tucked in and sleep gone completely from my eyes. I sat at the kitchen counter, drinking from the carton of milk in hopes that I'll be able to sleep.

"Miss Rosewood?" I heard a voice behind me and turned. Mr Vontrap stood in the doorway, an alarmed look on his face. "You're awake this late,"

I took a moment to look at him. My father's oldest staff, he's always been a permanent figure in my life. Ever since I was a kid, up until now....