The boss's order

Arabella awoke the next day to an empty bed. She heaved a breath and stretched her arms out before sitting up.

She rubbed at her bleary eyes and winced as they ached.

Climbing down from the bed, her feet smacked the cooled floor and she slapped a hand over her head as she suddenly felt light-headed.

"Oh, man." She staggered and luckily, she was near the window to grip the curtains.

"What's wrong with me?" She frowned, placing her palm on her temple. She winced as she sensed how warm it was.

"Please, no." She mumbled over again as she stepped towards the vanity. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she grimaced as someone else stared back at her.

Her eyes were red and her eyelid was puffy. Sweat dribbled down her forehead and the more she scrunched it up, the more her head pounded.

She didn't feel sick yesterday. But why was she suddenly ill?

She seldom got sick but whenever it was about to happen, there was always a warning sign.

However, nothing of such happened.

The door opened