All he had to do was keep Maximillian busy all night long and let him go in the morning.
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Most people came back from their vacations with a bubbling smile across their faces, some even brought cake for the entire office.
But not Maximillian.
Stefan's boss and mentor returned with a cloud hanging over his head, acting like he just came back from a volunteering work at one of the prisons in Siberia.
His somber mood fit perfectly with the junior agents, who had been nursing their broken heart for several weeks now.
Maximillian thrust himself into work the moment he entered his office. He did not ask for Stefan's assistance in anything. He went through old files and documents, walked around in his office, made a few calls, and the cycle repeated.
Stefan kept staring at Maximillian's silhouette through the glass doors, wondering what troubled his boss.