Chapter eighteen.

"Ah, achoo!" Lisa let out a loud sneeze, rubbing her red nose.

She felt another sneeze coming, reaching for the tissue box Carol had handed over to her. Her nose was already clogging up, and she became sure that she had caught a cold.

'It is all because of that damn jerk.' She gritted her teeth, grabbing another tissue.

Unable to bear it anymore, she stood up to make herself a cup of hot tea. Maybe that would help.

But it didn't.

"You don't look fine. Are you okay?" Manager Hans asked worriedly. He felt her forehead with the back of his palm, and a frown climbed up his lips. "You are burning."

"I am?" Lisa also checked and realized it was true. She hadn't thought it was this serious.

"Did you take any medicine for it?" He looked at her, and she shook her head.

"No, not yet."

"You should." He turned around, circling his desk.

He grabbed his keys. "I will go with you. Let's go to the pharmacy."

"What?" Lisa shook her head. "No need. I can go myself."

"I will drive. It will be faster." M