Damon paused mid-sentence, his eyebrows arching in surprise at Mason's unexpected proposal. Leaning back in his chair, he regarded Mason with a mixture of superiority and curiosity, silently urging him to elaborate.
"A thousand communicators?" Damon echoed, his voice laced with a subtle hint of skepticism. "That's quite the ambitious goal, Mason. What's the reasoning behind such a significant increase in production?"
Mason shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes momentarily averting Damon's penetrating gaze. "Well, you see, Damon," he stammered, "I believe that with your, uh, exceptional leadership and, um, innovative vision, we could, uh, really make a big impact in the market."
Damon's lips curved into a wry smile as he observed Mason's awkward attempt to justify his request. Fold
