“I won't do it," Sylvia said, arms folded. “You can't make me carry his child."
Todd barely looked up from his laptop. “We're not asking for your opinion."
“It's my body."
He closed the screen slowly. “And it was our money that kept you in school. Our name that kept you out of foster care. Our house that—"
“That I cleaned. That I tiptoed through for sixteen years like a guest."
Todd stood. “You've enjoyed the benefits long enough. Time to give back."
“You're selling me."
“We're securing a future."
Sylvia's voice rose. “For your company. For your reputation. Not for me."
Camila entered, arms crossed. “Enough of this performance. If you don't agree, we'll have to handle it differently."
“What does that mean?"
Todd nodded toward the hallway. “You'll find out."
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