Ominous text from Bridget

I woke up the next morning to an ominous text from Bridget, “I’m so sorry, babe. Not going to make it to class I started throwing up last night & today I have a fever. I really want to be there for you as your “agent” ;). But if you truly need me, feel free to call or message. Tell me everything that happens after you’re done.” My heart sank into oblivion. I still had today’s art class to put up with and I was barely getting through this even with Bridget. But I was determined to finish out the week no matter what was given to me. I confidently dressed though I knew that was coming off at some point and headed to work. I have a neighbor a few doors down from me that I hitched a ride with and soon was at my office. Funnily enough, my clothes from the day before were neatly folded on top of my desk. Either the volleyball girl or the cleaning crew left them in there. My wallet and keys were still intact and in the pockets. The day had gone like usual with my classes though Scarlet, Ingrid, and some of the other girls started piping up and making lewd comments referring to seeing me naked but I learned to ignore them. Today was weirdly going too well, which made me suspicious. Between class and the inevitable art class I went into my office where shortly after I heard a knock at the door.