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Mason was sitting at his desk, buried in work. His desk was cluttered with papers, reports, and a laptop. The large window behind him offered a panoramic view of the city skyline, but Mason's focus was entirely on the screen in front of him. He typed furiously, his brow furrowed in concentration.
Just then, Philip knocked and entered the room, holding a stack of documents. "Here's the report you asked for," he said, placing the papers on Mason's desk.
Mason glanced at the report briefly, then returned his attention to his work without a word.
Philip hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "You know, I don't think you need to stay late in the office tonight."
Mason's head snapped up, and he glared at Philip. "Are you chasing me out of my own office now?"
Philip sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose. "Isn't it you who told me about Ellen just getting into an accident?"