Chapter 6

Every time I stepped into the office; I could always smell the damask rose aroma from a well-known brand's scent diffuser. It's because Krystal loves roses so much. I didn't mind it because it was refreshing and made the whole room smell nice. That's why I also stocked up on many room fresheners for my apartment.

The scent I chose was more of spices and woods. It made me feel like I was in a pine forest—peaceful and serene.

But this time, despite feeling perfectly fine in the morning—no weird sensations or sudden nausea—right when I opened the office door after lunch, I felt queasy. I rushed to the toilet and ended up vomiting everything I had for lunch. No leftovers. It seemed like the remnants of breakfast had successfully occupied the toilet too.

I gasped for breath, feeling like a fish, panting heavily from what I had just expelled without pause or apology. I had no idea how long I had been in the bathroom. Fortunately, no other employees en