Chapter 77. Linda and Her Folder

Chris’s POV

The door to my office opened, and Mr. Jacobs walked in, a serious expression plastered onto his face. He was an older man, with salt-and-pepper hair and a demeanor that often exuded authority. 

Well, except on days when he would be nervous or emotional about something. As for today, he seemed more reserved than usual. 

“Mr. Kingston,” He greeted me with a curt nod as he took a seat across from my desk. “Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.” He forced a smile. 

I gestured for him to sit, masking any hint of apprehension with a calm smile. “Of course, Mr. Jacobs. What can I do for you?” 

He leaned forward, clasping his hands together on the desk. “Chris, I will get straight to the point. You are like family to me and I have worked with you for years. You know my family like they are yours.” 

“Yeah, of course,” I replied, my interest piqued incredibly now. This seemed way more than just talking about a pa