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 andposed.


    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 trante 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 itsrge head sported beam-like eyes that scanned the room.


    Morris spoke to it, "I need your help to trante 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 theputer, scanned the documents, tranted 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 hisputer 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 ck suit, worked at hisputer, the picture Ofessionalism.


    Jackson couldn''t help butpliment 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 thedder, and you help me rebuild Dawson International. We''ll be like brothers through thick and thin."


    Jacksonughed heartily.


    But the good vibes didn''tst long. Mick''s confident facade quickly crumbled. "What''s up?" Jackson asked, noticing Mick squinting suspiciously at his screen.


    "Looks like myputer''s acting up," Mick said.


    Jackson rxed. "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.


    "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 need to worry about is that if someone''s snooping around, it means we''re being watched."