Redmption 48


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    Chris sat in his chair. He was dressed in a ck suit with a white shirt and tie dotted with stars. It


    was the tie I had given him for his birthdayst year.


    He had never worn it before. I guessed he didn’t like it. But now, after our separation, he was


    wearing it.


    His face was dark, and his eyes bore into me with a fierce intensity. I knew why. he was angry, but I


    calmly asked, “What do you need, Mr. Gildon?”


    “Where have you been these past few days?” His voice was icy.


    “On annual leave,” I replied, not directly answering his question.


    His fingers curled slightly on the desk. “I asked where you went.”


    “Amaty,” I answered honestly, having no reason to hide it.


    His frown deepened, and a look of confusion shed in his eyes. He probably didn’t know where


    Amaty was. It was a small and obscure county. How would he know?


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    But if he truly cared about me, he would know. I had mentioned that it was where I was born and


    that it was the ce my parents had most wanted to take me to. He had heard it before, but he


    didn’t remember because he never really cared.


    “You went to such a ce?” His question made me want tough..


    I smiled and nodded slightly. “Yes.”


    “Then, why did you turn off your phone? Why didn’t you respond to messages?” His tone was


    usatory.


    I pressed my lips together. “That’s my prerogative, isn’t it, Mr. Gildon?”


    His face darkened even more. “Yes, it’s your prerogative. Thepany policy states that


    employees must not let personal matters interfere with work.”


    “Did I let my personal matters interfere with work?” I asked coolly.


    His Adam’s apple bobbed. For some reason, I suddenly thought of Brandon and how his jaw had


    brushed against my nose and how his Adam’s apple had


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    moved when he had swallowed. Brandon’s Adam’s apple was bigger and more masculine than


    Chris‘.


    “The amusement park issue… Do you dare to say that your personal matters didn’t interfere with


    work?” Chris pointed at me.


    “It didn’t,” I tly denied. “Whether I was on leave or not, the lighting issue would still exist. Besides,


    when I found out about it, I cut my leave short and returned immediately.”


    My leave was supposed to be ten days, but I had only taken a week.


    Chris fell silent for a moment, then nodded angrily. “But this is your project.. Any problems are your


    responsibility.”


    “I know, I’m actively working to fix it and will not let it affect the project’spletion,” I promised.


    He knew my capability and determination. He nodded. “Fine. I’ll give you time. But if it dys the


    project, don’t me me…”


    He didn’t finish, but I understood his meaning. I finished for him. “If the project is dyed, I will bear


    the consequences.


    “Can you afford it?” he suddenly shouted.


    “My fingers curled slightly. “I know I can’t, so I won’t let it dy.”


    Our back–and–forth should have reassured him, but I saw his anger grow. Chris didn’t speak for a


    moment. He just stared at me.


    “Is there anything else, Mr. Gildon? If not, I’ll get back to work,” I said, turning to leave.


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    “Stop!” hemanded.


    “What other instructions do you have, Mr. Gildon?” I asked formally.