04

Morgana didn't really know what she was doing. In front of her a coffee machine with countless options to choose from. None of them obvious enough to deduce that it was her boss's favorite.

- Look who's here. Morgana, right?

The voice made the brunette turn around. It was Peter. He was no longer wearing the uniform of a patrol policeman.

He approaches, smiling.

- You got it right. It puzzles me that you haven't forgotten my name since we met only once.

- I knew we would see each other again. Do you want some help?

Morgana knew how to make coffee, but she didn't know what her boss tasted like. And the coffee was for him.

- It is not for me. I'm making it for Will. Do you know his taste?

- Um, no. Rey would know, since they are long-time friends. But being a workaholic who practically lives in the police station, I suggest extra strong.

- Sugar?

Peter shook his head thoughtfully.

- Would Will prefer sweetened? He's not really the "sweet" type.

The joke with her boss made Morgana offer a slight smile.

- I'll make it sweetened. Thank you, Peter.

- It was nothing. But I'll get a coffee, too.

The man points to the machine Morgana was operating. She stepped aside, making room for him as her boss's coffee was filling the cup.

She examined Peter's clothes.

- Have you been promoted?

she asked, really interested.

- Yes. I recently made detective. I start today. With your boss, by the way.

'Interesting.' She thought before taking Will's glass and Peter putting his on the base where coffee drops and fills the glass.

- Will you be with Will on his cases?

- 'Only one. 'I have to go, I'll talk to you around.

Peter said goodbye with a gentle smile. She smiled back, getting the impression that something was going on and it involved the organization she works for. 'I need to keep an eye out.'

She squeezed the coffee cup in her hand and made her way to her desk. On the way she once again ignored the stares of the policemen present, wondering how hypocritical it all was. They were arresting criminals while committing the crime of harassment.

She hated hypocrites. And men. And policemen.

Morgana spotted Rey examining some paperwork. She walked past him without greeting him.

When she reached Will's room, she stood with her hand on the way to the door. She could hear Will and Peter talking, but nothing was very clear.

- May I help you?

Morgana jumped in place at Rey's voice. She turned and found him looking at her curiously.

- Hi, Rey. You startled me.

- Why were you standing here?

-I came to deliver coffee for Will, but I heard voices and thought that if I came in, I would disturb something important. Are you coming in?

Morgan holds out the cup, trying to look naive. Rey believed her.

- Oh, come on. If he's in a meeting, just knock and tell him I brought the coffee he ordered. Simple. Just because you are in a police station doesn't mean you have to act differently.

In Morgana's case, yes. She had to be different. Behave like another person. Be another person. She was a mafia woman and she reminded herself of this every day she walked through the front doors.

Then she forced herself to smile.

- I guess that's right. The thing is, he didn't ask me for coffee. I just wanted to cheer him up.

Rey smiled at her. Morgana was playing the kind and lovely girl, to gain everyone's trust. And it was working.

- Did I do it wrong?

she asked.

- No. You did very well, actually. I'll bet you lunch that when we come in she'll have her hair all messed up and no tie because she slept on the couch in the corner of the office.

Morgana nodded at this information. It was good to know that her target spent nights there, it would make her job of killing him much easier. But only when the time was right.

Rey then took a step forward, causing Morgana to step back. He knocked on the door and opened it before Will allowed him to enter.

At the same instant Rey looked Morgan over his shoulder.

- You can choose the restaurant, Morgana.

She smiled and entered soon after, finding Will with his dark hair completely messed up. His eyes were deep too, much deeper than the last time she had seen him. Which was yesterday.

She turned her eyes away from his open shirt, hurrying her steps to her desk. Peter turned in the chair in front of her, smiling once more at her.

Morgana almost always wondered why Peter smiled so much. Is it just her, or was that really his way?

- Rey, I told you not to enter without knocking.

- I did knock. And I came in afterwards.

- That's what I meant.

Will now looked at the secretary. He ended up lowering his eyes to her legs, as Morgana was very elegant on high heels.

For some reason she liked his eyes on her. Maybe she would use a possible interest of his in you to get the information she wants. And needs.

- Extra strong with sugar.

She warns, placing the glass on the table.

- Perfect. Thank you. You don't have to worry about that, none of the old secretaries did that. It's not your duty.

Rey approaches.

- Stop being ungrateful. Just thank her.

Will stopped with his glass near his mouth, his eyes slightly wide.

- I didn't mean to be rude. It's just that I don't want you to bother with me.

Morgan denied it with her head.

- It wasn't a bother. I just figured you needed caffeine. I hope I got that right.

- Yes, you did.

Will smiled and then drank.

- May we continue?

Will nodded his head to Peter.

- I will go undercover, no questions asked. I'm an illegal trader passing through New York.

- That's it. Give me daily reports on what you find out. No hurry. The important thing is to get to Canino.

Daryl's codename made Morgana's shoulders twitch. 'Damn it!'