#Chapter 135 Turn Around

Grace I had never realized what it would be like to work with Eason so closely. He was direct, quick-witted, insightful, and utterly ruthless. He called me on my shit, but he wasn't mean about teaching me the things I didn't know. By the time he was out of ice cream and George was calling to pick him up, I had a full three-page front and back set of notes about ideas to fulfill the nine requirements that were explicitly stated and a working understanding of how the current six senators had all gotten their seats. The first pillar was population. Mooncrest would need to be a pack of over 10 million people. If I recall, we weren't even at a few hundred thousand before people started transferring out en masse. Mooncrest was a large city, but we weren't overly populated. We had always had a lot of older people, and as they died, the numbers decreased. The second pillar was the pack's land stake. I didn't even want to confirm how far off we were from the requirement, but I knew we were