Chapter 6 You Make Me Wet Sir

My stomach plummeted to my feet. My palms were already slick with sweat, and my feet? Glued to the damn floor.
"You’re the vomit girl, right?" He leaned back in his leather chair like he had all the time in the world to enjoy my suffering.
I straightened my posture, trying to salvage whatever dignity I had left. "Pardon? W-who is that?" I feigned ignorance like my life depended on it.