Need a ride

Stephen could barely sit still in his office, constantly massaging his temples and taking deep breaths. Although he had been in the office all day, there was nothing he could remember doing. He would just pace back and forth, then return to his seat, and the cycle would repeat.

Ring!

Stephen almost jumped in surprise when his phone rang. Checking it, he huffed upon seeing his alarm.

"It's already time to go home," he murmured, pinching the bridge of his nose in distress. "Yet, still no word from Atlas or Slater."

He ran his finger through his hair in frustration, rubbing his hand across his face. He drew another deep breath, a little surprised at how quickly time had passed without him noticing. What was even more surprising was that he hadn't done anything productive for him to forget about time.

"I should just go home," he mumbled. "I'm still on leave. It's better that way."