Imelda, who had been secretly spying on her boss and also anticipating Lola's panic attack, rushed into the living room holding a brown paper bag.
"Sir...here. Use this..."
"Thanks." Richmond collected the paper bag and assisted Lola to sit down. "Lola, breath..."
He placed the paper bag over her nose and mouth, instructing her to breathe in and out slowly. Patting her gently on the back and holding up her loose hair, he instructed Imelda to get one of Lola's hair scrunchies.
Imelda ran out of the living room and briskly returned with one of Lola's fancy hair scrunchies. She helped secure Lola's hair in one place, while Richmond made Lola relax her back on the couch.
When Lola was a bit calmer, and her breathing regulated, she said in a low but chilly tone.
"Mr Richmond, your presence is suffocating me. I want you to leave my house right now. You are no longer welcome here."
Richmond slowly backed away from her, pleading.
