"I was looking for options, Charlie. I was asking you how things are done forty-five years after my death. I wanted you to give me some ideas about what's acceptable and not. I have no idea, do you understand that? Do you know how frustrating it is to have to question all that you know? I was hoping that you could help me figure things out, but no matter what I said, you brushed it off," he said. "It sounded like you were being forced into a marriage, and I ended the discussions, because I don't want to do this to you."
Callum stepped closer and opened his fist, until his fingers were resting on Charlie's chest. "You don't know what you are asking." He shook his head. "You can't. We were partners there. You're the boss here. Just help me get settled somewhere. Please. I won't make you look bad; I swear. I'll do the work and stay clean, and you won't regret having given me a recommendation."