"Kyle?"
That was the unified thought practically everyone in the stands had as their gazes were glued to the stadium's massive LED screens.
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Clearly sleep-deprived, Kyle's fingers kept tapping on the typewriter, a thwack, zing, ding, clunk and every other mechanical sound attributed to the ancient relic, resounding in the video.
Gradually, the shot zoomed out slowly, showing to everyone in the stadium that Kyle, wasn't the only individual in the modernly lit-office.
A bunch of other well-dressed individuals in casual clothing, seemingly ignored him as he kept typing, each individually burying their heads in their phones, some documents and a laptop.
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Evidently, at this point, Ella's mix of curiosity and confusion had spiked even further as she muttered underneath her breath;
"This is… curious…"