"I thought- Okay," Olivia pauses, trying not to look at Chase directly. He's laughing at her, the nerve of that jerk, and all she wants to do is go bury herself in some hole somewhere. She's 25 years old and making mistakes as stupid as this, there's something to be said for that. 

"I must have accidentally added an extra zero on the template? Maybe my fingers hit the zero an extra time." She's wringing her hands together, head tilted down, because the embarrassment is hitting her almost full time now. What the hell is she going to do with sixty birthday cakes? Resell them?

"It's okay, Liv," Chase says quietly. She can hear the hint of a smile in his voice, but he's not outright laughing at her, and for that, she's grateful. "Come in to work with me, we'll put them in the break room. Five every day. They'll be gone in two weeks."