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Jon set the file down, noticing offhand that his hands were trembling. Feeling suddenly exhausted, he pushed Nathan Watts' drunken nightmare and the creeping grasp of Ashley Dobson's final photograph from his head and stood on shaky legs.
He had hoped to find the breakroom empty but instead found Martin fussing over a pot of tea. Naturally. His assistant jumped at his entrance. "Oh! Jon! Would you- would like some tea?"
He had, actually, hoped to get a cup to calm his nerves, but found the desire overtaken by annoyance. "Shouldn't you be working, Martin?" Martin blushed, and scurried out.