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The car hit a pothole and Charles’s head bumped into the roof as the Mercedes bounced. The pain on the top of his head was enough to bring his attention back to Jack and the current situation. “He’s become a pain in the ass. Jack, that is.”
“But an efficient pain in the ass, Mr. Charles,” the old man said. “Much like yourself.” He grinned.
Charles chuckled while rubbing the top of his head. “I just don’t see where he gets off being so arrogant. I wish you would let me—“
“Mr. Charles,” the old man interrupted. “When the time comes, if the time should come, you will get the go ahead. For now, quit talking about Mr. Jack. It is giving me indigestion.”
“Ok, Boss. What do you think about Thai for dinner?”
The old man looked at him and smiled. “Good choice, Mr. Charles.”