A Brewing Storm

As Melody braced herself for Morgan's approach, she could sense the storm brewing within him. She knew his fiery temper all too well and expected nothing less than a full-blown tantrum.

With a deep breath, she prepared to face his wrath, hoping to find a way to calm his anger and mend the growing rift between them.

His eyes narrowed as he glared at Melody. "We need to talk," he said through clenched teeth, his voice seething with anger. "Follow me!"

As they left the conference hall, he motioned for her to come along. Morgan led her to a quiet corner of the hallway, away from the prying eyes and ears of their colleagues. They found a secluded spot where they could have a private conversation, shielded from the hustle and bustle of the conference.