Something is wrong with me

I rearranged documents on my desk, finding it difficult to concentrate on the spreadsheet. Like every other Friday, it was just another Friday at work, and I was buried with emails and deadlines. Today, though, there was a change in feeling. I couldn't quite put my stomach's fluttering down.

I went out of the office first to get the files I had the employees do. I asked Tracy, "Where is the file I need for this afternoon's meeting?" Tracy hesitated momentarily before responding, "I'm sorry, I must have forgotten to give it to you. Let me go grab it right now." I felt a sense of relief wash over me as Tracy hurried off to retrieve the file, grateful for her quick response.

I smelled something inappropriate in my nose. It was a strange odor that made me feel uneasy. I hoped it wasn't something serious causing the smell. As I waited for Tracy to return with the file, the scent grew more pungent and overpowering. I couldn't shake the feeling of uneasiness that washed over me, and I wonder