Mr. Harry still hasn't returned from the restroom. While waiting in his office, I suddenly felt the urge to go, and unable to hold it any longer, I decided to use the women's restroom.
It was a relief to release the pressure from drinking too much during the meeting earlier. Just as I was about to turn the doorknob to leave, I paused. Someone mentioned my name outside. I listened more intently.
"Mrs. Delia is beautiful, right? How could Mr. Harry still be infatuated with a widow with a wandering eye?" I heard someone's voice from outside, which made me pause and not open the door. I stepped back and decided to sit back on the toilet. It seemed like the voice of an employee in this office. Who else would enter the office toilet if not the employees themselves? The sound of many footsteps
