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FoxinSox

April 08, 2017 at 01:54 AM UTC


So I’ve recently begun rereading The MBRC series, and I’m confused about Brett. What did he do to make Morgan and Fran hate his guts? I’ve guessed it was pretty awful, but I can’t figure it out. Did I miss something?

Kitty

April 11, 2017 at 09:13 PM UTC


Mmmmm, it was never mentioned in the books because 1) I thought it would be funnier then 2) I was hoping to one day write an extra about it. I still haven’t gotten a chance to, and with me gearing up to get paperbacks going it doesn’t look like I’ll have time in the future. But! I will say it’s important to remember that Morgan and Fran have a rather…Odd moral compass regarding friendship/love, and something that the deem the worst is pretty likely to be unusual. 😉

Taking Care of Business

Hunter Weller sighed as he leaned back in his chair and pushed away from his desk. He stood up and turned around, clasping his hands behind his back as he stared at the Chicago skyline. He frowned, the view from his new office location wasn’t nearly as good as the previous building, but Morgan Fae had outright told him she was never, ever, ever going to visit him again.

You’re lucky I’m still talking to you,” Morgan had angrily told him, prodding him with a finger when Hunter complained that this was unreasonable. “I’m saying some serious groveling needs to be done, Hunter. Kidnapping is a federal offense. Don’t think I’m going to let you off easy.

Hunter chose to interpret this as Morgan was unwilling to return to the headquarters at which he had held her. Soon, he thought, he might be able to convince her to come visit again. It was almost two months after the kidnapping. All he had to do was bring some baked goods from his chefs and Morgan would begin breaking.

The young goblin leader shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders. “I have time,” he stated to the skyline. “Aysel hasn’t yet swallowed his pride enough to think of Morgan in that way. Frey was never really interested… Devin is my only serious competition, I believe. And I doubt he is serious about her. The Pooka is never serious about anyone.”

“…Sir?” One of his minions, Logan, asked, knocking on Hunter’s office door.

“Yes?” Hunter acknowledged, turning around.

Logan opened the door and slipped into the office. “I delivered the bouquet of flowers, as ordered. Miss Morgan gave them to her elderly neighbor and shredded the card.”

That was nothing new. “How did she look?”

“Slightly frazzled. The bodyguard you assigned to her reported that she spent the day with her best friend, Fran, and Fran’s boy friend….,” Logan paused to take a peek at the small notepad he held.

“Brett Patterson,” Hunter said, filling in the name with disgust. “That’s right, I’m sure being with him would upset her. Send her another Jamba Juice giftcard. And Logan….”

“Sir?”

Hunter was silent and Logan ventured to speak again. “You want one of our men to meet Brett Patterson in a dark alley?”

Hunter shook his head, making up his mind. “I do, but Morgan will de-friend me on Facebook if she hears about it. No, keep surveillance on Morgan. If Brett proves to be a continued nuisance I’ll act. Until then it’s better to keep Morgan placated. Thank you Logan, that will be all.”

Logan bowed at the waist and left the room, leaving Hunter to his musings.

“I will win you back over, Morgan,” Hunter said, sitting down in his chair. “No matter what sacrifices to my pride I’ll have to commit.”

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