"Your name is Morgan, right?" I asked her when I saw her in the garden. She was picking a flower and sniffing it, a typical thing that every girly lady did. "Yes, sir," she replied and kept her head down. I examined her from head to toe. She did not look dangerous, rather she looked more harmless but with an aura of cunningness. She looked completely relatable but gave out that 'do not trust me' vibe. "You don't have to call me sir. Feel free to call me by my name, Collins." "Okay, Collins," she said. "Where do you come from?" I asked her. Maybe it was the proper thing for me to have this conversation with her, and get to know her and her motives better. Alan might have been blindly attached to her, which was one mistake to make if she was an enemy or a spy. I had to be sure that everyone was making the right decision and accepting Morgan was not a total waste of our time. "I came from a small town, it's nameless though, and is located on the outskirts of the city," she r
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