Meetings!
Bad Jack wasn’t an idiot. He wasn’t in a business where idiots lasted long. So he kept an eye on Just Jimmy, and he kept an eye on Gumball, and for damn sure he kept an eye on the Ombudsman. Which was too many eyes, dammit. He needed to make things… simpler.
So he sent a message to the Ombudsman. “Morty, dammit,” he muttered to himself, after he had Barb send it over. His name is Morty. Don’t you start getting scared of him, too.
Bad Jack had thought about the best way to do it, too. His first thought was to order Morty to come to his office, which would work great if it worked and wouldn’t work at all if it didn’t. Then he thought about going to Morty’s office, and rejected the idea on the spot. And lunch would just look like Bad Jack was scheming. He was doing just that, sure, but he wanted it to look smoother.
So Bad Jack went with a message on the need for a meeting about the new wing of the school. Yeah, that makes sense, he decided. It was a normal thing to set up; there were even a couple of things about it he needed to talk out with the Ombudsman, anyway.
Dammit, I’m doing it again.