The Monday morning air in Veridian City was biting and sharp, but it was nothing compared to the ice flooding my veins as I stood in the private executive elevator of Voss Tower.
In my leather designer bag, tucked safely inside a velvet pouch, rested the positive pregnancy test. Every time the elevator chimed, passing another floor on its ascent to the 89th, my heart took a violent, erratic leap against my ribs. I had spent the entire weekend drafting the words I would say to him. I wouldn’t be the meek secretary today. I would look him in the eyes, place his hand over my stomach, and tell him that his legacy was growing inside me. I was terrified, but the desperate, naive hope in my chest was a powerful shield.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft, expensive hum.
The executive floo
