Chapter 8

The following day starts off as usual until after lunch. I don’t know what they put in the burger I ate for lunch, but I am sure I have food poisoning because of it. I have been to the toilet three times today in one hour. I don’t even know how my stomach still has something to give out. 

I am going to Mr. Jason’s office to drop off some papers he asked me to type. He is not in his office, so I enter without knocking. He went out for a meeting with Vivienne. I place the documents on his desk, and as I am about to take a step, I halt in my tracks. No, stomach, you can’t do this to me. I need to use the toilet right now, but I am scared if I take a step; the food in my stomach also takes a step closer to leaving my body. I take a deep breath and try to take another step, but stop once I feel my body about to betray me. If I can barely take a step, how am I going to walk to the restroom? I see Mr. Jason’s toilet, only about five feet away from me. I debate if I should use hi