Amy can't take a bathroom break

[Mary Moon 1,980]

Amy squirmed in her chair, trying to maintain an expression of composed attention as her boss, Mr. Morrison, droned on in his monotonous voice. The presentation he was giving was important, crucial for her career. Amy had worked on the project for months, and she knew this was her chance to prove her worth and get the promotion she so desired.

But there was a problem. An urgent and pressing problem. Amy had to pee. Badly.

Ever since that morning, the situation had been critical. A series of setbacks had prevented her from using the bathroom: an urgent phone call, a colleague who needed help, a technical glitch with her computer. Now, as she listened to Mr. Morrison reel off data and statistics, Amy's bladder throbbed like a drum gone mad.

Every fiber of her being screamed at her to run to the bathroom, but her tenacity and ambition held her back. She couldn't afford to be distracted, to give the impression of being unprofessional. If only she could just get up and sneak out of the room without anyone noticing... But it was impossible. They were all there, eyes fixed on her, waiting for her presentation.

Amy clenched her thighs, trying to stifle a groan. The pressure was becoming unbearable. Her hands tightened on the sheet of paper she was holding, and her forehead beaded with cold sweat.

"Amy, could you please elaborate on your proposal for the marketing campaign?" Mr. Morrison asked, with a questioning look.

Amy stood up, trying to keep her voice steady. "Of course, Mr. Morrison," she said, with a tight smile. "Here..."

As she began to speak, her mind was elsewhere. She imagined the bathroom, the feeling of relief she would feel once she had emptied her bladder. The words came out of her mouth mechanically, while inside she struggled against the urgency to run away.

As the minutes passed, the torture intensified. Amy felt her legs shaking and nausea rising in her throat. She was on the verge of giving up, of confessing her situation and asking for a break. But a glimmer of hope held her back. Maybe, just maybe, she could make it to the end of the presentation.

With a superhuman effort, Amy focused all her energy on her work. She spoke with a more confident voice, illustrated the details of her project with passion and conviction. When she finally stopped, she was exhausted, but satisfied. She had given her all, and she knew she had done a good job.

Mr. Morrison applauded her, praising her presentation and her competence. Amy felt herself faint with joy and relief. She had managed to overcome the ordeal, both professionally and physiologically.

Exiting the meeting room, she headed for the bathroom with the speed of lightning. Once there, she emptied herself with a sigh of immense satisfaction. She was saved.

As she washed her hands, Amy thought about what had just happened. She had risked jeopardizing her career for a matter of bodily function. But in the end, her tenacity and professionalism had prevailed. She was a strong, determined woman, and she knew she would achieve her goals.

From that day on, Amy learned an important lesson: never underestimate the importance of a bathroom break.