I scrutinize my appearance in the mirror to make sure I’m at least semi-presentable. Unfortunately, I look like death warmed over. The best thing I can do at this point is call it a day. I’ll let Sherry know I’m taking a few hours of sick time and head home. I can drive over to the compound once I feel better and tell my parents about Roman’s deception in person.
Just as I’m shutting down my computer, Ella pokes her head through the open doorway.
“Hey, Ms. B, do you have a few minutes?” She smiles.
“Hi, Ella.” I hold my hands up, palms out in a stay-put fashion because I don’t want her to get sick if I’ve picked up a virus. “Don’t get too close. I’m not feeling very well. I was just about to head home for the afternoon.”
Her expression turns sympathetic. “That sucks.”
I chuckle. Throwing up at work in the middle of the afternoon sucks big time. “It really does.”
“Hopefully whatever you caught will pass quickly. Is it a stomach bug?”