Chapter8

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 his or not. My stomach does not give me enough time to think about the pros and cons of using my boss’s toilet. Instead, my legs take action and quickly walk me to the bathroom.
After I finish excusing myself in the bathroom and while washing my hands just before I step out, I start regretting using Mr. Jason’s bathroom. Why I regret using his toilet is because of the sounds I hear coming from inside the office. I feel like I am going to puke out my intestine due to how disgusted I am.