CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT - Rebuilding Trust

Claire stirred her coffee, staring out the windows of her penthouse. "Mason?" she called out, padding barefoot across the polished hardwood floors. "Are you ready? We'll be late if we don't leave soon." There was no response. Claire frowned, making her way to Mason's home office. She found him hunched over his desk, surrounded by multiple screens displaying lines of code and financial projections. "Mason," she said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Did you even sleep last night?" He looked up, dark circles under his eyes. "Sorry, Claire. I lost track of time. There's this bug in the new software that's been driving me crazy." Claire leaned down and kissed his cheek. "I know you're passionate about your work, but you need to take care of yourself too. Come on, let's get some breakfast in you before we head to the office." Mason nodded, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "You're right. I'll just save this and—" He was interrupted by the buzzing of his phone. Frowni