Mason finished his sentence and walked out with long, unapologetic strides.

Waterfield slammed his palm on the coffee table, clearly irritated. He turned to Derek. "Why the hell are we even friends with a guy like that?"

Derek finished his tea, set down the cup, and gave Waterfield a pat on the shoulder. "You don’t have to be his friend. But unfortunately, you still owe him."

"Otherwise, you’d be a widower right now."

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