TPV
Mason was in his cabin, his feet rested on the desk as he leaned back in his chair. He glanced around the small space, and his jaw ticked in anger.
This current cabin felt like a small two feet cubicle compared to his previous cabin as CEO of Sanders Constructions.
The blunt and boring white-washed walls and the compact space made him suffocated. There was not a single expensive artefact or picture frame that symbolised him.
The whole place looked nothing more than a forsaken, blunt cabin of people working on a lower level than he ever had.
He couldn't help but compare his cabin with Devon's. That asshole refused to shift to a bigger and better one saying, he didn't need a large and luxurious place to give his best.
"Joker!" Mason scoffed.
He thought he could fool everyone with his pretentious act of modesty, but he couldn't fool Mason.
