Morris POV
I check my phone, and it's quarter to five. I shut down my computer and reach for my briefcase when I remember it's in the f**king garbage because of that crazy b**tch. I can't believe she put her panties in my bag. The camera is supposed to be here first thing tomorrow. It looks like a speaker, so no one will suspect the office is under surveillance. I slide my phone into my pocket and grab my computer.
Shutting the lights off and locking my office door before I make my way to the elevator. The floor is pretty empty because most people work eight to four. When I reach the lobby, John the night guard is standing near the door that leads to the parking garage. "Mr. McNair, you're out early tonight." It's sad that he's right. "Yep, I plan on getting home on time going forward."
