daughter."
"No, it's not like that. Well, yes, I love Azura, but not that way," he lied, feeling embarrassed.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Amelia picks up a nearby phone to notify her husband.
"Please, just tell me where she is so she can be warned," Morgan pleaded.
"Yes, dear, where are you?" She breaks from their conversation to speak with her husband. "Well, can you come home, as soon as possible? Something has come up." She ends the call and places the phone back on its base. "My husband and I will handle things from here. Don't worry, Azura will be fine."
Realizing she will not give him any more information, he drops his head in frustration. "Okay."
Amelia walks Morgan to the door in silence.
"I am truly grateful for all you have done; being Azura's friend all these years, and warning us of this danger. Thank you."
"It's my pleasure," Morgan steps out of the house.
"And, please keep what you've seen here between us." Amelia requested.
"I really don't want to get involved, but why did you lie to her?" Morgan couldn't help but ask the troubling question.
"Please, don't question our parenting decisions. We know how to deal with our daughter. I don't need to be judged."
"I did not mean it in a disrespectful way, I just can't understand...why."
"Please leave."
Morgan does not hesitate as he leaves their property. He vows to seek out Azura and tell her everything, on his own. Pulling into the nearest gas station, he throws his car into park next to a phone booth. Grabbing the attached phone book, he searches through the advertisements, looking for one of Tobias' companies. All the while, grumbling to himself for being so angry he did not take the time to hear Azura out, when she came to him about the arrangement between her and her now husband. Everyone knows this guy; it cannot be too difficult to find out where he lives. His cell phone rings, and it's his uncle, so he begrudgingly answers. "Uncle, I really don't have time to hear another one of your schemes."
"Scheme?" his uncle shrieks back at him.
"Uncle..."
"Tobias Cavanaugh doesn't think my business is a scheme!"
"What? What was that name?"
"Are you really that dumb?
"No, it's just..."
"I had a meeting planned with him this afternoon, but he rescheduled it for tomorrow morning, first thing." "First thing!"
"Really?"
"Oh, now you're excited. Well, I need a ride, and I am considering you my partner, if you’re interested. I don't like you working for that guy. You really need to start thinking about your future. You deserve a classy broad, and she's not going to want a grease monkey."
"Uncle, being an automotive technician is a good career."
"Is that what the young bucks are calling it now?" He chuckles in the background.
"I will be happy to take you."
"Great, pick me up at seven. Breakfast is on me."
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Albert Hanson leans back in the desk chair of his private home office. His wife sits adjacent him. She just finished filling him in on the conversation she had with Morgan Judd. Albert ponders over everything, carefully. "I don't know who this Shelby is; maybe a bitter ex. Azura is very safe where she is. Isn't that why we choose him?"
"Yes, dear, but Morgan seems pretty upset about it."
"Morgan is just bitter for not having the balls to stand up and be a man, get a real job, and be someone I could have trusted to care for my daughter."
"Albert, he's been her best friend since high school. Yes, he may not be the richest man in Florida, but he certainly is a good man."
"You know what we have to deal with, concerning Azura. I really don't think Morgan can handle her," Albert protests.
"And, Tobias can?"
"I haven't heard any complaints. Besides, he loves her."
"So does Morgan. But, what’s done is done."
"Don't worry about this. I'll speak with Tobias and let him know about the situation,"