Issac Sutton glanced at Morrison, his brow furrowing even deeper. 'Looks like Jensen Morrison really did something unforgivable this time.'
'What could it be?' Issac Sutton silently ran through the possibilities.
He hadn't gone with them to the Northwest, so it probably had nothing to do with that.
'Then it must be something in Draconia… The variety show "Trainee"? Or did some socialite from one of Draconia's prominent families decide to stir up trouble again?'
'Brianna Ellison probably doesn't have what it takes anymore. So, Moira Shaw?'
Jensen Morrison waited for a moment. When he didn't hear Issac Sutton say anything, he thought the kid had fallen asleep. Turning his head, he met a pair of bright eyes and cursed angrily, "What are you scheming in that little head of yours?"
"Are you lashing out at me like this, Director Morrison, because President Holden slept in my room tonight?"
