[Every muscle in Sandalphon's body tenses and he takes another sharp breath in, one hand clenching into a fist on his desk as he struggles to maintain composure.]
As—you can see, when you look at the same quarter from last year, we...we're up 3%, and projected to...continue that growth...
[He reaches for the mug of coffee on his desk and sips it, trying to seem casual but definitely moving more stiffly than usual. "Are you okay, sir?" one of them asks, startling Sandalphon a bit.]
...My...shoulders are bothering me, that's—that's all.
[He sort of nudges Izumi with his knee, politely asking him to stop despite knowing it probably won't get anywhere.]
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As—you can see, when you look at the same quarter from last year, we...we're up 3%, and projected to...continue that growth...
[He reaches for the mug of coffee on his desk and sips it, trying to seem casual but definitely moving more stiffly than usual. "Are you okay, sir?" one of them asks, startling Sandalphon a bit.]
...My...shoulders are bothering me, that's—that's all.
[He sort of nudges Izumi with his knee, politely asking him to stop despite knowing it probably won't get anywhere.]