91 - The Morrison's

RYAN BURKE

I had to leave the plane earlier than expected, and since Morgana was sleeping quietly and peacefully—quite different from when we left the hotel—I preferred to let her sleep a little longer while I dealt with our security issues. I already had some information about it. The hotel's camera system had been hacked through a remote access using a false IP address, a VPN that changed the location.

Since she barely slept last night and this morning was more turbulent than I had planned, I decided to let my wife rest. I'm on my way to JBR Enterprises in one of those ride-share cars. There wasn't enough time to call James and request his service, but he's taking care of Elena, so he's earning his money either way.

In front of the enormous mirrored building, the car stops. I pay the fare and enter without looking around. The receptionists look visibly tense when I walk in. I give them a distant look and hiss a "Good morning," which is politely responded to.

I take the elevator strai