THE PERSONAL ASSISTANT# BILLIONAIRE WIVES 2

CHAPTER THREE: MORGAN THE MAN

Morgan's POV.....
Two months before....

"Good afternoon Morgan . I trust your flight was alright." Greeted my PA, Winnie Wolfe as she walked into my office.
"Eeeh it was okay. Can't complain. How you holding up? What did the doc say?" I asked her referring to the baby. She was six months pregnant but looked about ready to blow any minute. I had told her to take a maternity leave last week but she had refused, claiming that she was more than capable to handle herself.
" Well, we are okay. The doc said all was well and that I had nothing to worry about. I told you I took his advice seriously." She complained as we hugged then I led her to the office lounge chair.
"You know I worry. You're like a sister to me Winn." I told her.
"I already have Wilson, plus his parents pestering me and treating me like I'm about to break. I don't need to add you to the list." She replied, with a cute pout that made me laugh at her, which earned me a slap on the chest.
"Ouch!" I exclaimed, rubbing the area she slapped, feigning a hurt expression making her roll her eyes.
"Oh just drop it. We both know a guy your size barely felt that slap."
"I may not have physical evidence of your abuse but emotionally.... I'm deeply bruised Winnie pooh." I teased.
"Call me that again and an emotional bruise is going to be the least of your worries." She threatened, eyes narrowed in a serious threatening expression that sent shivers down my spine and for a moment I actually considered her threat. You never know with pregnant women, temporary insanity and all.
" Anyway, what have I missed? " I asked her getting down to business.
And with that she filled me in on what I had missed the last two weeks I was away on business in Kenya. One of my best friend 's got married two years back and his wife, Dhahabu is Kenyan. Because he wanted her to be close to her family, he moved his official headquarters to the capital of Kenya making his work easier. I really admired his courage to move his operations to a country that he hadn't even considered to invest in before. Maybe that's what love did. It could make you go to heaven and hell just to make your better half comfortable. Unfortunately I had never experienced love so I didn't fully understand his actions.

I never worried about how the company was running as I had a very competent team in place.

Running a company wasn't a dream of mine. Being raised on a ranch, the simple life had always been very satisfying for me. But my paternal grandfather passed away a few years back and left the ownership of the company to me. I always wondered why he chose me, yet he had three very capable grandchildren who could take the mantle. But considering he was old school, the options were between me and my older cousin Arthur. But Arthur already had an established career as a wildlife conservative, owning three wildlife reserves, two in South Africa and one in Kenya.

Poppy, Arthur's younger sister, and the youngest in our trio, had cut ties with the family long ago, choosing to go on a back pack adventure around the world with her boyfriend, right after they finished high school.

I don't blame her for choosing to run away from the family. You see, their parents passed away a few years before mine, when Arthur was ten and she was merely two years old. My parents took them in, and they lived with us until my parents passed away to, forcing them to be under the guardianship of our brutal grandfather. The man was ruthless in and out of the boardroom. He didn't have any compassion and didn't know how to show love. He treated all his relationships like business. And that was enough to drive us away. I was lucky that before my parents passed away, they had left instructions that I was to be taken in by my maternal grandparents. My cousins weren't as lucky.

I hated the old man so much that i only saw him days before he passed away, when he had called all his grandchildren together, a gathering that Poppy missed obviously. I had just landed back home in Australia three days after my visit, when his lawyer called me to tell me that he had passed away and had requested for us to go to the reading of his will. I had thought about skipping it but my maternal grandmother had advised me to just go and hear what he had to say.