Mason didn't make a move right away.
Acting in the heat of the moment would have been the easiest thing in the world, and that was exactly why he refused to do it. People who didn't know him well often mistook his composure for softness or assumed his confidence came from arrogance and nothing more. They saw the expensive clothes, the easy smile, the polished way he carried himself, and decided they understood him.
They didn't.
Mason was not the kind of man who yelled when he was angry. He didn't slam doors, didn't throw punches to prove a point, and didn't lose control in ways that left evidence behind. If anything, anger made him quieter. More deliberate. More patient.
And patience, when used properly, could be a far sharper weapon than rage.
