As soon as I got to the office of Mr. Charles, I started imagining what his facial reaction would be.

I stood at the entrance door for some minutes rehearsing what to say. A section of my mind keeps telling me this could be my last day in this company.

To knock at the door seems like a suicide mission. I attempted to hold the doorknob, I felt some changes in my system, and my blood pressure rose.

My heartbeat keeps increasing uncontrollably.

I summoned courage at once and knocked at the ...