Back at Morgana's penthouse, a few hours after Lilian had left the place, Morgana had received another visitor- one that she had been expecting actually...
Victor Hale, a very angry Victor Hale.
He had refused to sit and was standing in the middle of the room, his fists clenched at his side, jaw tight with barely restrained fury.
Morgana sat in one of the white couches, facing him but not looking up at him, her legs were crossed elegantly, with a wine glass that she hadn't sipped yet, in her left hand.
No word had been exchanged since the man walked in. Morgana was calmly silent, staring into the wine as if there was something inside it, while the man was silently fuming.
"She humiliated me!" That was the first word Victor spat out, after a few minutes of standing around.
"In front of every major investor in the city! Cassandra Drayke made me look like a fucking fool and you were there..." His voice was rising with each word.
