Rhys is still stuck in Jack's... his office, sort of. In Hyperion. He finds it hard to really call it his office. Technically, his name is on the door, and technically, everyone still thinks Handsome Jack is long dead.
But if they knew, Rhys knows his status would be gone in no time, along with any work he had done to keep the company going.
Not that he really is doing much. He's staring at pages and pages of reports, trying to prepare for the meeting tomorrow. It's a big one, involving a merger with a smaller mining company, and he knows he needs to get this right, but he really isn't that well versed in the numbers side of things. He could text Vaughn, but... he knows the chances of him actually getting a hand out of this hole is slim. He needs to present something appealing to this company, something stretching the truth just enough (Hyperion talked big, but after Jack's death, the profits definitely started dwindling with shares falling and gossip mounting) but not enough to get him labelled a liar...
He feels sick. He glances at the time again, a groan slipping past his lips. There's no way he's going to get this done alone without pulling an all nighter. He doesn't want to bother him, but...
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Rhys is still stuck in Jack's... his office, sort of. In Hyperion. He finds it hard to really call it his office. Technically, his name is on the door, and technically, everyone still thinks Handsome Jack is long dead.
But if they knew, Rhys knows his status would be gone in no time, along with any work he had done to keep the company going.
Not that he really is doing much. He's staring at pages and pages of reports, trying to prepare for the meeting tomorrow. It's a big one, involving a merger with a smaller mining company, and he knows he needs to get this right, but he really isn't that well versed in the numbers side of things. He could text Vaughn, but... he knows the chances of him actually getting a hand out of this hole is slim. He needs to present something appealing to this company, something stretching the truth just enough (Hyperion talked big, but after Jack's death, the profits definitely started dwindling with shares falling and gossip mounting) but not enough to get him labelled a liar...
He feels sick. He glances at the time again, a groan slipping past his lips. There's no way he's going to get this done alone without pulling an all nighter. He doesn't want to bother him, but...
"Jack? Hey... are you awake in there?"
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