Match Made In Heaven
The next day, Mason was working at home as usual, keeping a close eye on Ellen while trying to focus on the tasks piling up from the office. He had grown used to hearing the sound of the doorbell ring, with deliveries and security personnel checking in constantly. But when the doorbell chimed this time, something felt different. Mason stood up, glancing at Ellen, who was sitting on the couch with her legs tucked beneath her, reading a book.
"I'll get it."
He opened the door, and there stood Gerald. The last person Mason had expected to see after their recent fight. Yes, he made the call, but that was it.
Mason blinked in surprise, but his expression quickly shifted into his usual neutral look, though there was some tension between them. The memory of Gerald punching him the other day was still fresh, but Mason wasn't the type to dwell on things like that for too long.