Anastasia Honchar's POV
It was happening again. I was stuffing my head in between the toilet bowl where I was supposed to be meeting with my boss that I have successful to get the patent for our next medicine. But my bowel would not cooperate. I have to go to the toilet and be humiliated like this.
this is the third time today, I sighed as I flushed the toilet. I took some of the tissue to get some of the bad taste out of my mouth. I can still smell the vomit in my nose.
I got out of the toilet as I went to clean my mouth. At least I need to be fresh and dainty for the meeting but I don't have my toothbrush right now. I was so hasty in my way here.
I looked at the mirror of my makeup that was not on fleek. I have mascara all over my eyes as I was trying to squeeze my throat for not throwing up again. I took a deep breath before cleaning my face to be less like a ghost and presentable for the meeting.
