#Chapter 90 Support

Charles "What's wrong?" I asked, on edge at her tense tone. "I just..." She huffed out a breath. "Jackson." "What happened?" She growled and started telling me what had happened. I took note to look into Jackson and his family as a matter of course. The level of entitlement in his words had a threatening tone to it. "I can't fucking believe him," she growled. Her frustration and anger were palpable, and I couldn't blame her. "It's hard to cut childhood bonds, but you made the right decision. Jackson's prejudices would have poisoned you and caused problems later down the line." There was a heavy sigh on the other end of the line. "I know, Charles, but it's just... infuriating. His specialty is reformulation. He's an asshole, but he would have been a useful asshole, and now, who knows how long it will take to find someone else?" "I'm not worried." "Charles!" She laughed. "How can you not be worried?" "Simple," I said, sending an email to George and the Enforc