Mason stood in the middle of his office, supporting his weight with his palms resting on the table. He hung his head with his breath getting ragged by the passing seconds. The morning was chaotic, transferring aggression onto the employees, putting everyone on edge, so no one dared approach him.

He grunted loudly and angrily pushed the table away as he stood straight.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, clenching his jaw as he continued pacing.

“She's the one, she has to be the one,” he muttered in frustration, unable to wrap his head around something causing him so much restlessness.

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