But the second Harrison stepped out with the first aid kit, she grabbed my hand and threw herself backward into the broken glass.
"Tilda, I know you don't like me, but why would you push me?"
"Ah! My stomach... my baby, it hurts..."
She held up her hand. Her palm was sliced open.
Harrison lunged forward, his face tight with panic and anguish.
"Claudia, don't be scared. I'm taking you to the hospital right now."
He scooped her up and bolted for the door.
Before he left, he turned and fixed me with a cold stare.
"Tilda, I never thought you could be this vicious. Attacking a pregnant woman? How heartless can you be?"
"If anything happens to her baby, there's no future for us. None."
I watched his back disappear through the doorway.
"There hasn't been a future for us in a long time," I whispered.
By the time I finished sweeping up the broken glass, the cut on my foot had already stopped bleeding on its own.
But the wound in my chest was still raw and open.
The suffocating weight in my chest gave me the resolve I needed. I reached out to several shareholders at the company.
When they heard I was selling my thirty percent stake, every one of them expressed interest.