Early that morning, Dashiell made his way to the office, his limp more pronounced as he walked through the quiet, empty halls. The office was still and calm, the only sound being the soft shuffle of his footsteps.
He headed straight to his desk, where a stack of papers awaited him. Without wasting any time, he settled into his chair and began sifting through the documents, his focus entirely on the work in front of him.
An hour later, the office started to come alive as the staff arrived for the day. Jazlyn walked in, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw Dashiell already there, working diligently despite his obvious injury. She hadn't expected him to be in so soon, especially given the condition of his leg.
"Dashiell, what are you doing here?" Jazlyn asked, concerned. "You should be resting!"
