Samuel sat back in his chair, his fingers drumming lightly on the edge of the table. The notification lingered on his screen, but his thoughts were far from ordinary. A plan was forming in his mind—one he couldn't ignore.
He glanced at Timmy, who seemed lost in thought, staring at his phone as if he were waiting for something—perhaps a message or a call.
"Timmy," Samuel said, his voice breaking through the hum of the room.
Timmy immediately looked up. "Yes, boss?"
"Clear my schedule for the rest of the afternoon," Samuel instructed, his tone firm but calm.
Timmy blinked in surprise. "Everything, sir?"
"Yes," Samuel said without hesitation. "I have something important to take care of."
Timmy didn't press further. He nodded and pulled out his phone, already sending messages to reschedule Samuel's meetings.
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