~Malik~
I check the time on my computer, and my stomach sinks. Six o’clock came way too fast. I’ve been trying to figure out a way out of this entire meeting but have been unsuccessful. I don’t want to do this; I don’t want to have this meeting, but there’s no getting out of it. This is my job, and Ms. Evans is my boss.
I trudge along to the elevator and settle into the corner. My stomach is churning, and I feel like I’m suffocating. The elevator ride is shorter than it needs to be, and I struggle to get out on the floor. I slowly walk down the hall and stand in front of Ms. Evan’s door. My hand is up, ready to knock, but I can’t seem to motivate myself to do so.
The door flies open, and Ms. Evans stands in the doorway. I swallow, trying to moisten my suddenly dry mouth. “I was lookin
