Anyone looking would think the weight of the world bored him more than it burdened him.
Jason lounged on the couch with an almost careless grace, head tilted against his knuckles, eyes shut. His robe hung loose over his shoulders, the kind of ease that came only to men who didn’t need to try.
His hair was styled, swept back and tamed, as though he were about to step into a boardroom or onto a red carpet.
Draped across the backrest beside him lay his 3-piece ash suit, ready. A figure, dressed in a black suit and tie, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Lady bird lake,speaking in a hushed tone into his phone.
He moved to stand by the couch once the call ended, clearing his throat. Jason didn't move an inch, except his lips.
“By what time is the meeting?” He asked.
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