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, Mick

Morris extended his hand, and a small silver metal sphere rolled out from his sleeve. It quickly morphed, sprouting little arms and legs, and its large head sported beam-like eyes that

to it, "I need your

worries, Master. Piece of

sphere unfurled wings and zipped over to the desk. It smoothly booted up the computer, scanned the

no time, the

everything. Anything else

Hack into his computer and make it obvious. Let him know it

"Understood, Master."

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

couldn't help but compliment him, "Mick, I must've hit the jackpot finding you. So young, yet

never thought you'd be

Mick replied, "Jackson, just

and you help me rebuild Dawson