"Good job. You were ten seconds away from being a no-show," he remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I had to fight tooth and nail to secure the last appointment of the day. Wait!" "Don’t worry; you still have five seconds to spare," he mused. "Must you always be so precise?" you exclaimed in exasperation. "Three... two..." As his countdown continued, you broke into a sprint toward his office. Reaching the door, you pushed it open just in time. "Congratulations, you’re not late. Is this newfound punctuality some sort of Evol ability?" he quipped, a playful smirk on his face.
"I can’t believe you were just sitting there, counting down. What are you—a ticking time bomb?" you sighed, catching your breath. "Yvonne mentioned you returned to Linkon at five o’clock this morning and were back at work by seven," you said pointedly. "She tells you everything," he replied nonchalantly, his eyes glued to the computer screen, not even sparing you a glance. "You called it a vacation, but you were really in the Arctic working on some secret project, weren’t you?" you probed. Without breaking his rhythm, he continued typing and replied dryly, "Patients really shouldn’t be so inquisitive…"