At that moment, Abigail forced a polite smile onto her face, trying to mask the uneasiness rising inside her. "I think maybe there was too much sugar in the tea," she said with a soft chuckle, even though her voice lacked its usual strength. "I'm not really someone who enjoys overly sweet drinks… I think I need to use the restroom now."
The three GSK representatives exchanged a quick glance. One of them leaned forward slightly, his tone warm and apologetic, "Of course, Miss Abigail. Please, go ahead. Take your time."
But behind those seemingly understanding smiles, deep in their eyes, something unreadable flickered, something that didn't feel right.
Abigail didn't say another word. She nodded again, this time more slowly, and turned around. Her heels clicked softly on the floor as she walked away, but each step felt heavier than the last. Her vision blurred just slightly around the edges. She fought the urge to hold her head, afraid they might see her weakness.
