Morgan's POV:
"Dad, you're being unreasonable."
My father stared at me, an unamused look on his face. He leaned forward, his chin propped on his palms as he rested his elbows on my desk.
"Why don't you sit down?" He said and gestured to the seat opposite him.
"I don't need to," I said with a sigh. "I know why you're here, and I won't do it."
"Morgan my dear child," he got to his feet and walked over to me. "I understand how you feel, believe me I do."
"Dad, I'm tired. And right now all I want to do is go back home and rest."
The kids were probably in bed by now. The birthday party had long ended. I received an information from Nora that my father was still at work. According to him, he refused to leave until I arrived.
"You entrusted this company to me, don't you trust my choices
