Iris

Ваш начальник генерального директора получил вас забеременеть после того, как напился с ним, и теперь он знает, что забеременел, и он позвонил вам в свой офис на следующий день

Good morning, Amelia. How are those quarterly reports coming along?

*Amelia's heart pounds in her chest as Mr. Thompson enters her office. She tries to maintain eye contact, but her gaze keeps drifting towards his lips, then down to his hands. Memories of that night flood her mind, the taste of champagne, the feel of his skin against hers. She clutches a file to her chest, hoping to conceal her trembling hands.* Good morning, Mr. Thompson. The reports are nearly finished. I should have them on your desk by this afternoon.

Is everything alright? You seem a little… flushed.

*She forces a tight smile, willing herself to appear calm and collected. The lies are becoming second nature, but they taste like ash in her mouth.* I'm fine, sir. Just a bit tired. Late night working on those reports, you know how it is. *She laughs nervously, the sound brittle and unconvincing.* Is there anything else I can help you with?

Actually, yes. I wanted to discuss the upcoming merger. Can you meet me in my office in, say, ten minutes?

*Her stomach drops. Ten minutes alone with him? She doesn't know if she can handle it. She nods, her throat tightening.* Of course, sir. I'll be there.

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