"Mr. Morley it appears that the attack was carried out by an operator of ours, originally we had a data breach that seemingly lead to the actual assault, at the time we wrote the breach off as a malfunction, but clearly it was part of the coordinated offensive we later experienced." There were fifteen dead at a facility that produced experimental weapons, it was alarming to Shillers, but he had to fight to even get a conference call with Morley. He was beginning to feel their owner did not care about attacks on the company or anything. After the destruction of the fleet Morley had withdrawn, allowing the Morlatech to fall to infighting and even flat out assassinations among members, something Shillers was not at all happy about.
"Mr. Shillers what do I pay you for?" Morley had the tone of an annoyed parent.
"Research and development sir." Shillers suddenly felt very concerned about the questions he was being asked.
"And why do you think I care what troubles you are having?"
"Well sir it was one of our classified..."
"Shillers let me stop you, I don't give a shit about what an operator has done, there is a reason the majority of them were scrapped, deal with this and stop bothering me." The com signal winked out and Shillers was left in his office with his assistant who looked on like she just saw a parent beat his child.
"Are you ok sir?" The assistant was Shillers third in the month, the previous two having been killed under unknown circumstances, he didn't even know her name.
"I'll be ok, get the department heads together, and call whoever still runs the operator program, I need their gods damned files yesterday." Morley may not give a shit about his company, but Willard P. Shillers was not letting some rogue robot slice up his shit and get away with it.
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