n her family. On the other hand, being fired did. And that was what was happening right in front of her eyes. Readi
aper in her hand, unseeing. This couldn't be happening. Spying movement from her desk, she let out a small shriek and grabbed the hands of her colleagues who were clearing her des
aversed and everything has been approved. There's nothing else that can be done. So please allow Sheila and Priscilla to do as they're instr
ars hung on the precipice of her eyes when she felt the familiar churning, the loss of moisture in her mouth as her body prepared to expel everythi
is final act of humiliation to punctuate her dismissal. She wanted to leave with her head held high. Well, as high as she could lift it whe
by. Not no
between the two of them but her sharp ears caught her words. She wasn't surprised by the animosity. The two of them had been
snarkiest. The one who had gotten his friend to bid for her. The one who had left her without a trace after.
good day but today, coupled with the bad news, she was hardpressed not to wail. She had a ha
ng not to cry in her final moments in the office. They must all be used to her tears since they appeared during odd times but she ha
oks, her calculators. These were the only personal effects on her table. Everything else was the property of the company. It was sad that the last seven y
keep in contact for any future opportunities,"she said. Jessica still had not grasped her hand and Elena was starting to feel silly holding it up. Just when she began to put her hand down, she was suddenly engulf
was sprung onto me too. I certainly wouldn't want to let my best employee go." Her words soothed something in Elena. Even though she knew her dismissal ha
urite person in her department
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sun streaming through the window reminded her that it was just after lunch. That meant there was not a lot of people in the hallway. It also meant there was les
ckness. Morning sickness that sometimes, well often, made her late. Just as she had began to come in late since the first morning she threw up. This brought her back to the moment she had finally taken her
eave later than everyone else to cover the time she had spent hanging her head over the toilet. Everyone in the office was fine with the arrangement but app
t seek help from her family. The ties had been cut during her last year of high school. She had had little
action, Gail was gregarious and the first person who would strike a conversation. And she had a bleeding heart. If anyone approached her on the street and asked for help or a donation, she would a
since she felt it throughout the day. Though she did have savings, without health insurance, the doctor was going to sap most of it, leaving her desti
A traffic. The many start and stops just worsened the nausea. So she was not looking forward to travelling all around LA for interviews that might
ouldn't afford to be choosy. Not if it affected the welfare of her baby. All of a sudden, she recalled the antique shop near her apartment. It was run by an elderly woman, Lara Begay. She was close to her grandmother's a
ought her hand up. Hearing voices coming her way, she turned to the wall and hurriedly swiped them away. She started on her way again when she was hit with the unmistakable and una
her baby act up a