Page 25 of The Last Morgan
A few subtle nods. A wave of understanding passed through the crowd.
"My office is open. Come and speak with me if you need. Well, that's all. Let’s make this a better place. Together.”
She stepped down.
"Davina," she said quietly, "have the head of security meet me in ten. Then set up your desk outside my office."
"On it," Davina beamed.
As Lucy walked through the hall, the stares followed. Some admiring. Some curious. Some cold and calculating.
"Let’s get the ball rolling," she murmured to Corey.
Ten minutes later, the head of security entered Lucy's office. A broad-shouldered man with short, neatly trimmed Black with hints of grey hair and a deep furrow across his brow, he stood with the kind of posture that came from decades of disciplined service.
"Miss Morgan," he said, nodding. "I’m David Roan, head of building security."
"Good to meet you, Mr. Roan," Lucy replied, gesturing to the chairs in front of her desk. "Please, take a seat."
David sat, his hands resting on his knees, sharp eyes taking in every inch of the office.
"I’ll get straight to it," Lucy said. "You are in charge of building security, and that does not change. However, Corey is the head of my personal team. That means he and his team will need full access to the building—every floor, every system, every emergency protocol."
David gave a short nod, though his jaw tightened slightly. "Understood. That can be arranged."
"This isn't about stepping on toes," Lucy added, her voice steady. "It’s about cohesion. You and Corey will work closely together. Same mission. Different focus."
Corey leaned forward from where he stood near the window. "We’re not here to override you."
David nodded again, this time slower. "Then I have no issue with that" He responded. Lucy smiled. "Great. Corey, you just need to decide if you want to find somewhere to work or if you’re going to hover over me forever."
Corey shrugged, grinning. "I suppose a desk up here and one in security will be good. That way I can go between the two."
"That works for me," Lucy said. "Davina, can you arrange a desk for Corey out there with you?"
Davina, who had just stepped back into the office with a notepad, nodded. "Absolutely."
Lucy tried not to smirk. She knew exactly what she was doing, setting those two up.
Corey looked flushed again. His ears turned red, and he cleared his throat awkwardly as he stood and walked to the window, pretending to admire the skyline.
Lucy watched him, in her head she mocked, ‘Corey is in love, no way he has emotions, right?’ She mused.
The meeting had gone smoothly so far. Now it was time for David to present his morning report, a usual practice for the company. He opened his sleek black tablet and began reciting a series of bullet points with the calm confidence of someone who had done this countless times. Minor security updates. Adjustments to staff entry clearance. Confirmation of new hires in surveillance. A quick review of the latest compliance logs.
Lucy nodded along, her expression calm but thoughtful. Her eyes occasionally drifted toward the window, as though she could feel the currents of something larger moving just beyond her sight.
David finished his notes and began to pack away his tablet when Corey's phone buzzed on the windowsill. The sound was faint but sharp, slicing through the polished stillness of the office.
He checked the screen. His expression hardened immediately.
"Lucy," Corey said, his tone shifting. He walked to her and handed over his device. "This just came through."
She took it, brow furrowing.
Multiple unauthorized access attempts. Target: Lucy Morgan personal files. Systems: Morgan Group Server & Home Network.
Lucy's jaw tightened. She looked up at David.
