Alvin Morgan said nothing, just shot him a sidelong glance. Beta Morgan hurriedly corrected himself. "You could give Miss Sinclair something she likes! Like... chicken legs..."
That evening, when Aurora Sinclair arrived, she saw Beta Morgan standing by the door like a sentry.
When he saw Aurora Sinclair, his eyes lit up. He held up a bag with a pitiful expression and asked, "Miss Sinclair, is chicken your favorite food?"
The words had barely left his lips when the office door was opened from the inside.
Benjamin Morgan pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and shot Beta an expressionless glare. Then, he enthusiastically invited Aurora Sinclair inside. "Miss Sinclair, please, come in!"
Aurora Sinclair turned to glance at Beta Morgan again. "He's..."
"Pay him no mind! He felt it was hot inside and wanted to get some fresh air..."
Beta Morgan: "..."
He instinctively pulled the bag of chicken legs back a little.
