The penthouse suite of the Lockwood Group headquarters was buzzing with the usual business frenzy, but today, an air of concern hung heavy. It was almost noon, and the CEO had yet to show up at the office. Everyone was on edge, wondering if Ms. Nightshade had managed to coax him into taking better care of his health.
Cedric, the executive assistant, checked his watch for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. Just as he was about to call Xanthea to check in, a chime signaled the arrival of the elevator.
He turned, and his eyes lit up with excitement when he saw the figure stepping out. The CEO, Orion, looked revitalized; his presence was as commanding as ever. "Sir, you made it! Feeling any better?"
"Mhm."
It had been ages since Cedric had seen Orion look so vibrant and energetic. Ms. Nightshade truly was a miracle worker!
"So, about today's flight to Veridian?"
"Postponed."
Relief washed over Cedric as he mentally cheered, 'Ms. Nightshade for the win!'
"Just to be safe, sir, maybe you should check your temperature?"
He handed over the thermometer with delicate care, a tool Orion typically ignored. Today, however, he took it without hesitation.
Ten minutes later, Cedric glanced at the thermometer, which read a perfect 98.6°F. He nearly shouted with joy. "The fever’s gone!"
After days of high fever, it had miraculously broken overnight. Cedric had always known that Orion, with his robust constitution, shouldn't have been ill for so long without a physical cause. Clearly, it was all in his head!
"Sir, you're all better!"
Proudly, he presented the thermometer to Orion, who stared at the numbers; his eyes were clouding over with a touch of sadness.
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