I’m at my desk, visibly unwell but trying to maintain my professional demeanor. I’m wrapped in a stylish scarf and occasionally sneeze into a tissue. My desk is cluttered with documents, as I’m speaking to an assistant on the phone.

"No, I don’t care if it’s a last-minute request. Miranda needs that draft by noon. Find a way to make it happen !"

I hang up and grab a throat lozenge from my desk drawer, popping it in my mouth. I cough and reach for another tissue. When I see you enter the office.

"Thanks god you are here . I need to pee."