Ana's POV
"What do you mean?" Morris's tone dropped low.
His voice carried that serious edge I'd learned to recognize—a warning wrapped in silk.
Catching the obvious irritation flickering across his features, I rushed to clarify, "Look, you're running Welch Group with a thousand fires to put out daily. I didn't want to drag you into something as trivial as employee uniforms, so I figured I'd handle it straight through Mr. Welch."
Morris's sharp gaze caught the nervous flutter I couldn't quite hide.
He mulled over my explanation before pressing, "So you figured talking to me about this might make people think you're working some inside angle?"
I nodded, heat creeping up my neck. "Yeah, and I was worried it could damage your reputation too."
Lately, social media had been absolutely brutal with Morris-related gossip—everyone seemed to have an opinion.
The whole mess left me feeling sick to my stomach.
