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."

huff,

hand, and a small silver metal sphere rolled out from his sleeve. It quickly morphed, sprouting little arms and legs,

need your

back, "No worries, Master. Piece of cake.

booted up the computer,

no time, the

finished everything. Anything else

sipping his coffee. "Yeah, let's give Mick a little headache. Hack into his

"Understood, Master."

CEO's office, Jackson lounged in a recliner, while Mick, 16oking sharp in a black suit,

finding you. So young, yet you nailed the CEO

you'd

Mick replied, "Jackson, just

deal: I help you climb the ladder, and you help me rebuild Dawson International. We'll be like brothers through thick and