For the rest of the day, Chase and I worked monotonously, avoiding every hint of personal conversation and talking to each other when it was necessary. I didn't need anyone to let me know that I had messed up terribly.
The tension between Chase and me was so thick that I felt that even Steven, Chase’s secretary, could sense it.
Steven stepped into Chase’s office and when the both of us gave him a long and blank stare, he took a step back. “I’m sorry Sir, but is everything okay? Did I maybe come in at a bad time? I can go if you want. I always think so clumsily, I should probably leave right now,” Steven ran over his words.
Just as he turned, Chase stopped him. “You didn't do anything wrong, just come in and do what you wanted to do, Steven. It's okay,” I heard Chase say.
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