Henry had been experiencing acute anxieties since the day before, he tried sleeping on it but barely managed to get an hour or two of sleep. And before he even stepped one foot in the meeting room, he was fighting back against the shivers in his back and the disorientation he was feeling.
Alas, try as he may, the panic attack won over the man as per usual.
He stood in the men's room and had both of his hands pressed against the sink in front of the huge mirror, but he was in no shape or form able to look at himself there, and he was almost completely oblivious to the fact that Robert had hurried after him and had locked the men's room from the inside.
