Owning my smile

I rushed to work the following day because my laptop was misbehaving last night, so I haven't emailed the documents to Mr. Jason. Rushing to get to the elevator from the lobby, someone also rushing like me pushes me on their way out of the elevator and knocks out all the papers in my hands.

"Oh my God, Mr. Jason is going to kill me if I lose one of these documents," I say and quickly pick up the papers from the floor. While picking up the documents, I see a pair of men's shoes helping me, and I wonder who this kind gentleman is. With his help, I am able to get all the papers off the floor faster.

"Thank you," I say to the kind gentleman that helped me, but I take back my words once I see who he is.

"I won't kill you unless you are not done with what I asked you to do," Mr. Jason says, handing me the last piece of document. 

His words scared me to the bone. I swallowed a big lump that formed in my throat. I have only done half of the work he asked me