It was perhaps an unfair imposition into the private lives of his staff, but Moretti was a man who normally did not pause to consider the sleeping pattern or other needs of his staff, especially when he hardly slept. He considered himself the soul of the business, the driving force behind it all, the puppet master, and if he did not have control, then the company had no direction and therefore was going nowhere. "Out and about are we?" Moretti asked, "No doubt buying more coffee. I would have thought that with so much of it in your system, Stephen, you could simply just recreate it. Replicate it. But I suppose that doesn't help when you craze the taste."
He didn't miss a beat but completely changed subject within a second, "I know you're out but I need you to look into something for me. Subtly, and without letting dear Morgan know what is going on. Or Rachel for that matter, understood? This is a little something between us, for the time being. I want you to find out everything you can for me on one Aiden Adams. A-I-D-E-N A-D-A-M-S. About his divorce, what his ex-husband is doing now, where he grew up, the name of the surrogate mother, everything." He said, voice dropping as he held the phone a little closer. "By tomorrow morning, if at all possible." Stephen at least could be trusted to keep it quiet and not gossip about it.