Mirela
I sat at the head of the long conference table, right after Arlene. My fingers curled around the armrest of my chair as I watched the scene unfold before me. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Not at all.
Arlene had walked into this meeting with confidence, her every move calculated. I should have known. I should have anticipated her counterattack.
But even I hadn’t expected this. She was making use of her power as the president. f**k her!
A stunned silence filled the room, thick with disbelief.
“In a week?” Williams sputtered, his brows furrowing as he leaned forward. He looked completely blindsided.
Arlene, ever so composed, only shrugged. “Why wait? Liam and I are engaged already. As you can see, I’m pregnant, and we love each other. Might as well get it over with.”
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