After that extraordinarily disastrous conversation earlier, Miyamura retired to his office. 

I had hoped not to see him until I clocked out for the day, but reality is not so kind. I had to go deliver documents to his office, draft memos for him for the next staff meeting, and get him coffee. As usual.

Clearly, I am the only person feeling any aftereffects of embarrassment from our previous conversation. 

Well now, it’s lunchtime and I’m done drafting these damn memos— ...