Stella
"I said, you are not Mr. Morgan. I was informed that Mr. Morgan is wishing to see me, and you are not Mr. Morgan. So, who are you and what do you want?"
Real smooth Stella, you did not sound desperate or like you are lusting over this too good to be true of a man.
His frown on the forehead, deepened even more. He looked at me with confused expression on his handsome face. " And how do you know that I m not Mr. Morgan? I mean Mr. Morgan can have kids, right? And if you know Mr. Morgan so well you might as well know that he has a son. So quit being rude, miss. And, just to acquaint you I do not tolerate It when people demand answers from me." he said sharply.
I rolled my eyes at that. What an arrogant bastard.
He is wearing a black tailor made suit with a black shirt beneath it. His hair are perfectly gelled in place. Also, he is wearing, what could be considered a very expensive watch. He oozed money and power.