His Choice

I couldn't believe it. My boss cut me off. I cut myself off! It was only one damn decision! How could not bringing the documents personally result in blocking my access to the CEO's office?! I failed. I screwed up everything. I would never get any information from Agnes, Louise, or Michelle, and without any chance to get near my boss, this mission had zero chance of succeeding!

I couldn't breathe. I leaned my back against the wall and sank to the floor. As my buttocks hit the ground, I thanked God that the top-floor corridor was empty. The constant high-pitched tune played in my ears, forming a pressure that felt like it could make my head explode. I raised my chin and kept biting small, insufficient chunks of air. My heart pounded at a frantic pace while I struggled to stop my attack from escalating. I splayed my hands on the floor, needing to know that it wasn't moving. I had to calm myself down fast. I couldn't let anyone see—

"Hey! Are you OK?" I heard a man's voice, and I swear I