Potty test!

"You're leaving this office for sure!" The manager responded and stood up from her desk. Vanessa stood up very quickly, eager to get the hell out of this place. The woman walked over to another door, different to the one they'd entered the office through. The door lead the pair down a corridor, where the manager made a few turns until finally stopping at one of the doors in the corridor. She opened the door and gestured for Vanessa to walk inside.

The room was dark, Vanessa wasn't able to see much. As the woman walked she flicked a switch, turning a spotlight on. Vanessa creased her forehead with cringe, the spotlight shone on a children's pink potty. "What the fuck is this?" Vanessa asked, disgusted. "I'm doing a bladder control test, I need to know if you're safe to go to the kidz zone like that!" The manager explained.

Vanessa turned her nose up at the potty, still unsure about what the manager wanted. After a few seconds of awkward silence, the manager spoke again. "Use the potty Vanessa." She demanded. Vanessa looked at the manager with disgust. "I'm not fucking using that, especially not with you looking!" She remarked, horrified by the thought.

The manager frowned, as if she was disappointed. "Either you drop this 'better than everyone' bullshit and use the fucking potty, or I mark you down as incapable of going to the potty!" She lectured Vanessa as if she was a small child. Vanessa thought to herself. On one hand she really wanted to escape this hell, but that would mean using the potty. On the other hand, she did not want to lose her dignity by even sitting on the potty.