Megan's POV
"What do you want? I couldn't believe you had the guts to come to my office and see me. I didn't ask for your presence, so you better leave now because I have nothing to do with you." Gregory said, but instead of backing out, I walked closer to his table.
Even if I could see the frown on his face, I didn't allow his unwelcoming gesture to stop me from talking to him. I disregard my nervousness as I think about my son's happiness.
"Believe me, Mr. Pritzgold, if I have it my way, I will never speak with you again because you are not the type of person I want to associate with; you are cruel to your children and even to a little boy," I responded.
"You were a child once, and I don't understand why you are like that; maybe you had a bad childhood experienced, or you are just too greedy because of your wealth," I added, and my words made his face turn so red with anger as he stood up from his chair.