39. Poison

OLIVER

My stomach churned with a tight ache as my vision blurred and the world seemed to spin. I shook my head every once in a while as the headache only intensified and the bile that threatened to push through my throat only grew stronger.

Strong arm gripped me from the side with an arm around my waist for support. "What was it this time?" Victor asked with a grunt as if fed up from my actions.

It was the damn cookie. The old man was too paranoid for his own good.

"Have a seat," he grunted as he helped me seat while I clawed at my tie to get the tight thing off my neck. I felt like I was suffocating and the room was too hot.

"Hurry," or might actually die from food poisoning after spilling out my guts. I tensed when I felt the sharp needle break into my arm and the cold contents shoot into my blood.

The antidote would need a few minutes to work so I laid back on the couch in my office, trying to control my pants.

"Shit! Jesus Christ, Oliver! You're not to taste a single thing f