Morgan's POV:
"Daddy I'm working on it." I said, meeting my father halfway up. He was red in the face with anger, his lips curled into a snarl.
"Working on it!" He exploded. "I just saw everyone leaving!"
"I asked them to go home it's not safe for them here."
"You dismissed your workers?! So you have any idea what you've done, how much we could lose!"
"We will continue to lose more if these rumours aren't addressed!"
He pulled back, his eyes narrowed at me. I turned to the tech team, and they all had looks of discomfort all over their faces. I turned back to my father.
"I'm sorry, you may leave now."
That was all it took for them to scramble out of the conference room. Now it was just I and my father.
"Morgan, I told you several times to keep yourself clean. I told you." He said
