Fifteen

HENRY'S POV

I shot a curious glance at my boss in the backseat and quickly looked away. I had just brought the luxury car to a stop outside the house that he frequented nowadays.

I couldn't, for the life of him, figure out what he was up to. Especially as he removed his designer suit and pulled on a shabby jacket over his shirt.

I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, wondering whether to ask the questions in my mind or not. I didn't want to cross any boundaries, but this was beyond astonishing, and I couldn't help the curiosity. Besides, I wasn't getting paid to stick my nose into my boss's personal business…In fact, sticking it where it wasn't wanted would be a sure way of losing my pay.

After changing into the jacket, Morgan went ahead to remove his Italian leather dress shoes and replaced them with work boots.

My attention went back to the neighborhood outside. Surely this car looks out of place in such a place, and especially outside the shabby home Morgan was using.

“Come