Guess Again

It turned out what Morgan was referencing was a song by Led Zeppelin, called When The Levee Breaks. Max listened to it during a commercial break and found he rather enjoyed it. Morgan's music taste always intrigued him.

Then the TV switched to where a reporter was interviewing Morgan.

"So Morgan, you posted on instagram lyrics from a Led Zeppelin song, why was that?" The reporter asked. Morgan shrugged.

"It's a song that's been running through my mind because every person has their breaking point. There just were a lot of things that piled on top of me mentally and sooner or later, my levee was going to break. And it did," Morgan replied, her tone cool.

"Interesting," the reporter replied, "music obviously has a special place in your heart. Are there any other songs that have been keeping you afloat?"

Morgan seemed to appreciate the question.

"Feet don't Fail Me Now by NEEDTOBREATHE, Returns by NF, and Sultans of Swing by Dire Straits, so it's definitely a mixed bag," Morgan replied with a smile.

Max on his couch, typed each song into Spotify's search bar. He played them back to back, thinking of how Morgan had played music in his car in Monaco. How he wished he could go back.

Max watched as Morgan got into the car and drove away. He clicked the TV off. This silence from her was getting to be unbearable.

There came a knock at Max's door. Groaning, he stood up and answered it. Charles was standing there, next to Alex.

"What's up?" Max asked, looking from one to the other.

"We're going out, and you're coming with," Charles declared confidently, "so get out of those musty sweatpants and quit moping. Maybe we'll find you a girlfriend."

"The girl I want is in New York, kicking some serious ass," Max said from inside his apartment, "and I wish I was there with her."

"Come on Max, I think she moved on," Charles yelled after Max.

"You don't know that," Max shouted back defensively.

"Mate, I don't, I'm just picking up what she's putting down," Charles yelled.

"Keep it down," Alex said, scrolling on her phone, then she yelled, "Morgan posted again!"

"What did you say about keeping it down?" Charles asked as Max came barrelling back through his apartment.

"What did she post?" Max asked Alex, and she handed him her phone.

It was Morgan with her hair curled, wearing a burgundy dress, and a golden crown. Her face had a cocky expression and the caption was: the queen of new york has returned

"Whoa, she's really leaning into it," Max commented, handing Alex her phone back.

"She sure is, now let's go," Alex said, motioning Max to follow.

Morgan sat at her desk in the high-rise skyscraper where she worked, watching the sun set. She was officially a billionaire, one of the first women to achieve the feat by not being an actress or a singer or a gold digger. Three more trials to go, and then she would book it to Idaho.

The truth was, Morgan was tired. Tired of being a CEO and in charge of so many little things. Investing she liked, but being in total control of the well-being of multiple people was a no-go. She rubbed her eyes, and wondered what Max was up to.

Mason came to visit later that week, and Morgan knew he was providing her some much needed support. They sat on Morgan's couch in her apartment, talking.

"How was Max in Austria?" Mason asked casually. Morgan swallowed hard. She hadn't talked to anyone about Max's offer.

"He was good, yeah," Morgan replied, moving her tea bag up and down.

"Really?" Mason asked, studying his sister. "Did something happen?"

Morgan sighed.

"He asked me if he could be my boyfriend," Morgan said. Mason's eyebrows were raised in surprise.

"What did you say?" Mason asked.

"Well, I said I didn't feel the same way," Morgan replied, staring down into her mug.

"So... you lied," Mason said, and Morgan nodded slowly. "I knew it."

Mason scratched his forehead.

"Morgan, why couldn't you tell him the truth?" Mason asked, his tone exasperated.

"Because," Morgan cried, setting her mug down and standing up, "I have way too much going on right now, Allie's due any day now, I had the cases and work and it would've been too much!"

Mason looked at his distraught sister with narrowed eyes.

"Look, Morgan, I seriously doubt that," Mason said, taking a long sip of his tea. Morgan scowled at him.

"How would you know?" She snarkily asked.

"How would you?" Mason shot back. Morgan slouched in defeat.

"Doesn't matter now," Morgan said, her voice thick with regret, "not like he'll come back."

"Unless you chase him," Mason replied, taking another draught of his tea, "this is really good."

"Yeah, it's some stuff I picked up in Barcelona," Morgan commented, sliding back onto the couch.

"So the entity is now in your name?" Mason asked, switching subjects, as Morgan was now the legal owner of the company that tried to bind her.

"Yessir," Morgan replied.

"What will you call it?"

"Earling and Company."

"That's cool."

"Thanks."

Morgan and Mason watched The Princess Bride, one of their childhood favorites. It was also one they hadn't watched since losing their dad. As the credits rolled, Morgan wiped tears from her cheeks.

"Oh Morgan," Mason sighed, and wrapped his big strong arms around his sister, small and tender for the first time in days.

"I don't feel like myself," Morgan confessed, her voice muffled in his hoodie.

"It's because you're not yourself," Mason replied, "you need to go back to Idaho and settle it."

"I know Mason, I know," Morgan replied, quietly.

They sat for a while in silence, until Mason realized his sister had fallen asleep. He shook her gently, and she stirred.

"Go to bed, Morgan," Mason whispered. His sister uncoiled from his grasp, and walked towards her room, but then turned back.

"Inconceivable," She muttered, giving Mason a smile.

Mason smiled as he heard the door to his sister's room close. She'd be alright. 

Author's Note: I figured out how to make fake instagram posts!! I feel like a kid on christmas XD