With the wave of his hand she stopped, standing stiff by the door way waiting for the printer to function. The sound of paper sliding through couldn't have come soon enough, and yet still as he snatched from the shute her innerds twisted and tightened... she wasn't supposed to see it. That in and if itself made her want to turn and vomit in the corner. Was she being let go? The panic that struck her was so intense that when he placed the paper on his desk for her to come take a look, it took her a moment to register what was happening. She felt dizzy, and stepped forward fully expecting to trip and crash to the floor in a thousand shards of broken glass. Luckily, her body ran on auto pilot and suddenly she was seated in a chair with her heart pounding in her ears, staring down at a white rectangle with colorful lines scrawled across it...

[color=7ea7d8]"It says... that my cortisone levels are up... and I exhibited a recent spike in norepinephrine. "[/color]

It was an odd feeling hearing her voice but not feeling like she'd said anything. Her cortisone levels? Was he going to fire her because she's stressed? 

[color=7ea7d8]"Sir, if you'll give me a chance I'll go down to medical and get something to take care of it right away. I apologize profusely for the oversight. I'll make a note to be more aware of my personal status and take what measures are necessary to keep myself productive in my position. "[/color]

The words tasted like stomach acid and for a moment Ona could feel her hand start to shake. She quickly tucked it in her lap, wrapping her fingers together to hold them still.