I was on the phone for several hours, trying to contact Steven Andrews. The time was almost a quarter to ten in the morning when I stopped calling. Seeing that my attempts were fruitless, I worried it may affect our relations as associates.
Checking my email, he blocked everything I sent and did not reply. I was frustrated as he blocked any attempts of communication. Closing my laptop, I groaned in frustration and worried that this rift would end our relationship.
In the office, I tasked Bruce and Chico to assist me. While Bruce was doing the heavy work, Chico helped organize the files. Seeing my worried face, I could tell that Chico was concerned. He handed me a cup of coffee and asked, "I apologize if I may intrude, sir! You looked like a mess."
"Chico!" Bruce called his attention, reprimanding him for his words.
"It's alright!" I replied to both of them.
"Is it a friend? Or a lover?" Chico asked as he tried to console me.
