(Tracey’s POV)
When that meeting ended, I cleaned everything up as quickly as I could without looking like I was in a hurry to leave, which I most certainly was. In a hurry to leave, that is. All throughout the meeting I just kept repeating to myself, you can do this, just breathe. Somehow I got through it, though. But I’m still baffled as to how.
Thankfully, I’m back in my own office at the moment. And yeah, I’m still panicking. Though my anxiety has gotten a little better now that I’m no longer sitting across a table from him. Plus, I got a message saying the pharmacy was sending someone with my new medication, so that’s good. And at least when I’m here I can give the illusion that I’m working, right?
“Hey, where the h*ll did you run off too? One minute you were there and the next… PO
