Austra Headquarters —Mike’s Office.
Mike’s phone buzzed on his desk with Gregory Lawson’s name flashing on the screen. A wide grin spread across Mike’s face as he answered and placed it on speaker.
“Gregory. Tell me you are calling with good news about our digital ghost.”
Gregory’s rich laugh boomed through the office. “Patience, Mike. Even ghosts take time to materialize. I am on it. No, I am calling because I just had the most entertaining meeting of my entire career.”
“Oh?” Mike leaned back and propped his feet on his desk. “Do tell.”
“You will not believe who just showed up at Arthur Ginger’s office, with tails between their legs, begging for an audience.”
Mike’s smile widened. “No.”
“Yes,” Gregory confirmed with glee. “Charles Stewart and his attack dog, Simeon. I wish you coul
