JASON’S POV
“Isn’t those all of our designs?” My dad struggled to tell me this.
“Yes dad, I am shocked as you are. Let me confirm,” I told him before calling Winter Davis, head of our designs whom I had met earlier in the day.
“Hello, have you checked the news?” I asked him and he turned his TV on right three and then.
“Oh my God! Those are our designs, someone must have stolen them!” He gasped.
“You better find the culprit. If you don’t, I will fire you!” I yelled before hanging up on him.
“Does this mean that all the money we invested on this project has gone to waste,” My dad’s voice shook as he said this.
“Yes dad, all the fifteen million dollars have gone to waste, just like that,” I told him and he didn’t speak.
He started shaking thus I got to where he was. He was in shock.
