An hour later, doctor Thompson all sweaty and short of breath walked into Chase’s mansion. His knees were shaking, panic all over his face. He threw himself on the couch and wiped off the sweat that dripped from his face with his palm. Despite the air conditioner that was turned on, he still felt quite scorched. For almost a minute Chase just stood still, watching him gasping for air. Then finally Thompson said,“You don’t seem moved at all that…”Chase interrupted with a laugh and said, “I told you. Chris doesn’t have anything on me.” He walked to the bar and poured two glasses of whisky, handed one to Thompson. He took it all down in one sip and sighed heavily. For some reason, watching Thompson gulp down the whisky made Chase smile. “So Chase, how do you plan to make this bad situation go away?” Thompson asked. “I do not!” Chase replied. His expression was calm, a contrast to Thompson’s state. Thompson opened his eyes wider, confused at what Chase had just said.“Thompson,
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