Quila immediately panicked. “Cyrus!” She called out the third supervisor in a distressed tone.
Luckily, the guy was already back in his cubicle after his solo thirty-minute breaktime. Cyrus usually kept to himself. He seldom went with their colleagues or with them to have a break and bond.
“Help!” Quila added.
All the production people’s eyes went to them, curious of what was happening. Some gathered and peered into the open cubicle.
Cyrus dashed to Jaslene’s cubicle. “What’s happening?” he demanded, scooping into his arms the unmoving Jaslene who was gasping for air.
“I don’t know! She can’t breathe! Let’s bring her to the clinic… or better yet, to the hospital!”
“Oh, sh*t! I can see that!” He was fast to cross the production floor toward the exit.
“You all get back to work!” Quila
