"Boss, you..." Elliot Morris stared wide-eyed in shock.
He was about to continue speaking but suddenly halted his words, nearly biting his tongue.
"What do you want to say?" Mason Bennett squinted his eyes and spoke coldly.
Elliot swallowed, shaking his head like a rattle drum.
How could he say it? He couldn't possibly tell him, "Boss, you look like a lovestruck fool waiting for a call from a secret crush, could he?
Saying that is bound to get him sent off to Africa, right?
"Speak!" Mason barked sharply.
Elliot almost cried, and with a wronged expression, he said, "Boss, it's just that, don't you think you seem kind of like, kind of like..."
"Like what?"
"Like a resentful wife waiting for her husband to call home." Elliot couldn't hold back and blurted out what was really on his mind.
Then he assumed a face of utter determination, looking as tragic as he possibly could.
Mason was stunned for a moment, unable to process the words for a while.
