Nauseating Apology

Sloane clamped a hand over her mouth, skirt swishing as she spun and sprinted toward the restroom at the far end of the corridor.

Monica remained behind, mid-apology, her smile freezing to an awkward grimace as the watching staff exchanged uneasy glances.

That witch is doing this on purpose. I already apologized, yet she acts like my very presence makes her sick. She's humiliating me!

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