The Art Of The UnderDog

Chapter 61

Tyler's gaze remained fixed on the written note nestled within the expanse of the sizable box. The contents within unfolded like a puzzle, revealing a handwritten note, an accompanying photograph, and even his own phone, all enveloped in the embrace of the dawn's first light. A mix of curiosity and intrigue furrowed Tyler's brow, casting an aura of utter fascination as he took in the scene before him.

He couldn't help but crinkle his face in bemusement, his eyes dancing with a tinge of disbelief as his fingers gingerly wrapped around the familiar weight of his phone. It was a stark contrast to the bewildering encounter that had led to his phone's temporary separation. A sudden attack, the memory of which still lingered, had resulted in an almost comical collision of his phone with his attire. The sheer incongruity struck him as he pondered how his phone had managed to find its way into the box that had been ceremoniously presented to him prior to his departure from the office.

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