Standing in front of the shivering Rebecca was none other than our store manager. He was dressed in a long brown coat and navy blue pants, with our store uniform underneath. He wore a curious and worried expression as Rebecca wobbles back ducking down behind the counter with her hands gripping her head. Her whole body shakes uncontrollably, sweating dripping onto the floor.
"Manager? What's wrong Rebecca?"
"He-He-He."
"Ian, what is wrong with Rebecca? I just walked in and she screamed."
"Umm, I'm not sure, manager. I think maybe she isn't feeling that well. I'll take her home if that is okay?"
"Yes! Yes, take her home. Text me when she gets home and tell me how she is feeling okay?"
