Unintended Legacy

Celine slumped heavily into her office chair, pressing a cold palm against her damp forehead to stop the lingering, sickening spin from the elevator ride.

Clara dumped her oversized purse on the neighboring desk and leaned over, scrutinizing her friend's pale complexion. "Celine, what's wrong? You haven't had much of an appetite these past few days, and you look like you are about to pass out."