ELARA'S POV.
I made it to the washroom just in time before my knees gave up on me. Earlier, I had raced out through the door behind Sylvia. I didn't even know there was a door behind them because the walls were the same color of the door and the opening split was too tiny to notice.
As I rushed into the washroom, I clicked the door shut behind me and the electrical hum I had been hearing stopped. But not my body.
I yanked at the zipper of my black corporate gown instantly regretting why I had chosen to wear something like this. Maybe because it made me look empowering and sexy at the same time. Or I loved the way my curves displayed without giving too much, but I didn't anticipate a life and death battle with my zip.
I finally grabbed hold of the zipper with my thumb and pulled the gown from one shoulder to the other.
"God!" I whispered, staring at my hands with horrid fright.
