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Mario's PoV:

I stride into my office building, greeting back the employees on my way to my elevator to the right. Today is Monday and unlike others that are depressed about all the work laying ahead of then, I'm bored out of my mind because there was no real work for me today.

Supposedly all I have to do for the whole day is reading over reports, that I already know about, and sign different files. Absolutely boring. I don't want to stay home though, the work spirit inside the company can't decrease with them thinking I don't work, and neither do I fancy staying at home where my thoughts most definitely won't be on useful things.

It's already pitiful enough how frustrated I am about my usually dead sex life that I never cared about before.

Getting into the elevator I let my shoulders slump the second I get in, letting out a highly repressed sigh from deep inside me. Call me a workaholic or whatever but there's no worse feeling than not being needed, not even in your own company. Damn it.

As I exit the elevator I put my motivated facade back on and greet my secretary who is sitting on her desk in front of my office.
"Good morning Sarah, what is my schedule for today?" I ask her, although I already looked it up. A really tiny but not so trustworthy part of me still hopes something might've come up in the span of my drive to the office.

But after hearing my schedule, my knowledge is confirmed- there is nothing I didn't already know, and I move myself into the office slumping down in the big chair like a bag of potatoes, no composure whatsoever.
I just sit there for a while until my thoughts, as usual for the last weeks, drift back to Zale wondering what my small and beautiful man is doing at the moment. 'My'... I wish. Although I know I don't have the right to call him mine, yet, it comes so naturally that I find myself calling him that in my mind repeatedly.

In order not to wander too far into that part of my mind that seems to be occupied by the rather sassy man I get myself to 'work' if you can even call it that. I spend the time after with signing papers and reading over different reports of ongoing projects until I find myself at the last one, not even three hours later. Surprised I check the time again to make sure I'm not imagining that. The work may have been super boring but there'd been a big stack of files on my desk when I came into work. I must've been so determined to not let my mind run astray that I have powered myself through the files in the blink of an eye, not even noticing Sarah who must have come to take the finished files to their respective places since there are none of the finished documents littered around.

Dropping back into the chair I look up at the ceiling, trailing the light fixtures that are emitting a really comfortable light glow to support the insufficient light coming from outside, with my eyes. It's already close to december, Christmas lights hung up around the city, the smell of Christmas cookies in the air and the cozy atmosphere of christmas flowing through the streets.

Christmas is my favorite time of the year, everyone seemes so at peace, even if they stress themselves about presents and the likes. I personally love getting presents for all my loved ones even if I hardly celebrate it with my family. My whole family is scattered around, always busy and on the run, can't say I'm any different with leading a billion dollar company but at heart I guess I'm just a lonely guy wishing for a supportive family to be around. After my company became bigger our family noticably drifted apart, only ever coming to complain about one thing or the other. Although most of the time it is about money.

Reluctantly I turn my head back down towards the last folder and pick it up. My mood darkens in the span of mere seconds as soon as I see what the report is about. With Zale occupying my mind all the time I hadn't thought about the money thief the last days, but holding the record in my hand the anger comes crashing down on me once more. I partially rip the folder open, speed reading everything and my hands clenching the further I read.