Grace
I shook my head. "Margaret, really?"
"Goddess, I hope he's not here to tag along. I hate dead weight. And what happened to his face?"
"Grace!" Jackson said, marching towards me. "I think you owe me an apology."
Margaret looked at me. "Care to explain?"
"No... Not really."
She scoffed. "So much for your backbone."
It felt like a low blow, even if I sort of deserved it.
"You're going to change your mind," he said. "You need me. Whatever else you feel about me, whether you agree or not, you need me."
Margaret scoffed.
"I'm not changing my mind," I said. "You're a researcher, Jackson. You're not the only one who has your expertise."
He scoffed. "As if Wolfe Medical has the money to hire someone."
I set my jaw. "Well, considering how early it is in the project, I think I
