A few minutes later, I emerged from one of the cubicles and made a beeline straight to the sink. Washing my hands, my mind skittered back to what I had eaten that morning and wondered what had given me an upset stomach. I remembered eating three—was it four?—servings of milky cheese donuts. Perhaps that was what caused my stomach trouble.
Done soaping my hands and rinsing them, I dried my hands on the sensor-operated hand dryer before leaving the comfort room to return to the front desk where my daughter Isabelle waited.
An ominous thud hit my chest as I made my way back. I ignored the feeling and continued to cross the hallways with quick, long steps. A few seconds later, I could clearly see the front desk office and noticed my employees were still there. However, another tall and erect
