HappyNovelMick 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. "Con, 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMick 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." With a dismissive huff, Mick left the room.
Once alone, 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 scanned the room.
Morris spoke to it, "I need your help to translate these documents." The little robot chirped back, "No worries, Master. Piece of cake. No need to thank me." The sphere unfurled wings and zipped over to the desk. It smoothly booted up the computer, scanned the documents, translated them with a click, and printed them out in English.
In no time, the job was done.
"Master, I've finished everything. Anything else you need?" Morris leaned back, sipping his coffee. "Yeah, let's give Mick a little headache. Hack into his computer and make it obvious. Let him know it was me..." "Understood, Master." Meanwhile, in the CEO's office, Jackson lounged in a recliner, while Mick, 16oking sharp in a black suit, worked at his computer, the picture Ofessionalism.
Jackson couldn't help but compliment him, "Mick, I must've hit the jackpot finding you. So young, yet you nailed the CEO position in under three years. Even my brother's impressed." "He never thought you'd be on my team." Mick replied, "Jackson, just remember our deal: I help you climb the ladder, and you helprebuild Dawson International. We'll be like brothers through thick and thin." Jackson laughed heartily.
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But the good vibes didn't last long. Mick's confident facade quicklym crumbled. "What's up? Jackson asked, noticing Mick squinting suspiciously at his screen. "Looks like my computer's acting up," Mick said.
Jackson relaxed. "You're the best at this stuff; a little glitch won't beat you."
But before Jackson could finish, Mick pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from his brow. The e content is on novelenglish.net! "Oh no, someone hacked into my site." Jackson was shocked. "Isn't your site supposed to be unbreakable? Who could possibly hack it?" Mick steadied himself. "You're right. My data's encrypted. Not just anyone can break in. But-"
His face turned serious. "What we O need to worry about is that if m someone's snooping around, it ΕΠ means we're being watched."
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