He's Home
The private jet landed smoothly on the runway, the hum of the engines gradually dying down as the plane came to a stop. As the aircraft came to a halt, the door was opened, and a set of stairs was lowered. Mason was the first to step out, followed closely by Philip.
Philip took a deep breath, a broad smile spreading across his face. "Ah, it feels good to be home," he said, stretching his arms above his head as if to shake off the lingering fatigue from the flight.
Mason only nodded in response, his expression neutral. As they walked across the tarmac toward their waiting cars, Philip glanced at Mason, noticing the familiar, distant look in his boss' eyes. "You know," Philip began, his tone casual, "I really hope you're not planning to go straight to the office."
Mason suddenly stopped in his tracks, causing Philip to nearly bump into him. Mason turned his head slightly, cutting Philip off with a firm, "I'm going straight home."