Chapter 8

"Damn it!!!" I cursed while hitting the steering wheel. Ignoring the slightly painful and definitely reddening hand, I quickly removed the car freshener as soon as my stomach started acting up. I threw it away in a rush, feeling confused about how I would get to the office now.

Should I hang a eucalyptus oil bottle here? Ugh, so inconvenient!!!

I massaged the bridge of my nose, trying to regulate my breathing and occasionally inhaling the scent of eucalyptus oil. I desperately tried to keep my stomach from acting up in the basement. I was sure I'd pass out if I vomited again.

"Miss Anya? Miss... are you okay?"

When I turned around, I found one of the building security guards looking at me with concern. Before I could answer his question, my phone rang loudly. I nodded briefly at him, prioritizing the phone call over his question.

"Yes, ma'am?"

I blinked, hearing the familiar voice on the other end.

"Alright, ma'am. I'm on the way."

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