Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Mick gave Jackson a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Jackson, don't let it get to you. This new guy's in our department now, and if he steps out of line, I'll make sure he learns his lesson."

Jackson let out a chuckle. "Alright, Mick, go ahead and show that arrogant kid what discipline looks like."

With a sly grin, Mick turned to Morris. "Come on, Morris, follow me."

Morris nodded, staying cool and composed.

Mick led Morris into an office. "This is your space. The chairman wants you to start off as my assistant. Once you get the hang of how we do things here, you can branch out to other departments."

Again, Morris just nodded in agreement.

Mick pointed at a daunting stack of papers on the desk. "You've got until the end

of today to translate all of this. If you can't handle it, you might as well start packing."

Morris replied simply, "Got it."

dismissive huff, Mick left the

sleeve. It quickly

"I need your help to translate these

"No worries, Master. Piece of cake. No need to

over to the desk. It smoothly booted up the computer, scanned the documents, translated them with a

time, the job

everything. Anything else

Mick a little headache. Hack into his computer and make

"Understood, Master."

lounged in a recliner, while Mick, 16oking sharp in a black

So young, yet you nailed the

never thought you'd be

Mick replied, "Jackson, just

help me rebuild Dawson International. We'll be like brothers through thick and