Isabella POVProfessional. "Morning Sarah," I greet her."Morning Isabella! Gosh, 8 months pregnant, I need to pee every 15 mins!" She sits on her chair heavily. "And don't forget to mention the swollen ankles. These are my mom's shoes. For god's sake. Say bye-bye to my lovely stilettos." She looks at my stilettos longingly.I respond to her with a smile, but I can't help my nervousness. Why did she talk about her pregnancy instead of yesterday's event? Yesterday we were so busy and there was no time for us to talk. But now..."Um, Sarah, about yesterday...""Yes? Is there anything you don't understand? Which part?" She asks me nicely. "No no. Not the work. There is no problem with the work—" Before I continue, she beams at me. "I knew it! You are perfect!" She still misunderstood my concern."Thank you. But, Sarah, I'm not talking about work, I'm talking about yesterday's... um... incident," I say warily.She frowns for a while and sighs. "Yeah, it sucks to be you. Now everyone kno
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