She looked at me, confused. "Ms. Henson, this is a blessing. Young Master James will be thrilled."
"We've already broken up." My voice was eerily calm, even to my own ears. "I'm going to abort it."
I looked her in the eye. "Please. Do not tell him I was here today."
It took some effort, but I finally persuaded her to leave. Once I was alone with the doctor, I didn't waver.
"An abortion is hard on the body," he warned. "Are you certain?"
I nodded without hesitation. I booked the procedure for that afternoon.
But fate had other plans.
Midway through the wait, my phone rang. Mr. Swanson, my boss.
"There's a critical error in the project handover documents," he barked.
Panic surged through me. I rushed back to the company, reviewing the files from top to bottom. Sure enough—a massive loophole. Thankfully, my habit of backing up everything saved me. I located the missing data and patched the file.
By the time I finished, the sun had set. The hospital was already closed.
As I gathered my things, Valerie Dickerson sauntered up to my desk. She rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with disdain.
"So careless. Who knows what disgusting means you used to get that director position in the first place?"