After a brief conversation with Poul, Fiona walked out of the conference room. Outside, she saw her father standing there, waiting patiently for her to come out.
"So, is it done?" Morgan asked.
"Yes Father," Fiona said, her voice melancholic.
"What's wrong my dear? Did Mr. Nielsen say something that displeased you? If so I will talk to him personally…"
As Morgan was about to enter the conference room where Poul was, Fiona quickly grabbed her father by the arm, stopping him.
"You are mistaken father, I just found out something that I can't accept…We should head out now. You said that you have a business to attend to right?"
"Fiona…" Morgan looked at his daughter with concern. He could tell that something was bothering her, but he didn't want to push her to talk about it if she wasn't ready.
"Alright, let's go," Morgan said, putting a comforting hand on Fiona's shoulder. "We can talk about it later if you want."
