Hallucinating in the office, saying yes to everything his boss asks for and forgetting all the orders, licking the papers in his hands and looking to Eisenstein defecating in the middle of the reunion room, above the table, he asks to his colleagues if they’re not smelling something ominous. No.
He can feel it, the torpor going up inside his nostrils until his cerebellum, activating his animal instincts. He wants to grab the feet of the secretary and sucking’ her toes, but he go to the bathroom and lay down in the floor, privy aside.
He feels like had just take a nap for one minute, but after one hour and a half few people notice his disappearance and the production manager found him in the bathroom. They thought that he passed out and took him to hospital. Luckily, the resident doctor dated his sister a long time ago and lied to everyone: the bastard just had fever due to an earache and infection.
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