The phone rang, and Jameson glanced at the caller ID. It was his dear uncle, Thomas Ford.
Before Jameson went to prison, Thomas had helped him hire lawyers and pay for legal fees. Thomas had covered half the costs, securing Jameson the lightest sentence possible.
"Jameson..." came Thomas' stern voice from the other end of the line. "What mess have you gotten yourself into now?"
Jameson was caught off guard by his uncle's harsh tone. "What do you mean?"
"You've barely been out of prison, and you're already causing me problems! Morris Financial Group just cut off my loan. My cash flow is about to dry up, and if this keeps up, the factory will go bankrupt!"
"Morris?" Jameson repeated, his stomach sinking.
"A man claiming to be Mr. Morris' assistant said you need to withdraw the complain
