Mason’s interest I spend my early mornings looking at the files on my desk that need attention before Mason comes in for his visits. Just when I amiss punctual about to round up on the files, he walks into my office without knocking. I check my watch. He is punctual as always. Mason arrives exactly at ten wearing a designer charcoal suit that probably costs more than most people make in six months. His shoes gleam as he polished them this morning, for this meeting. Mason is exactly the businessman who spends all of his money on looking good, than any other thing. The concern on his face looks practiced, as he rehearsed it in the mirror. As he takes a seat from me, I sigh, sitting up and shutting the binder in front of me closed. Another charade. He is faking his empathy, and me indulging in it because for him that's the closest I can get towards any brotherly emotion. I'm used to it now, the fake expressions. He practices them in front of a mirror till they appear genuine. "Brot
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