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    When I arrived at the station, it was already crowded with people.


    After finally squeezing onto the bus, I realized there was barely any standing room, let alone handrails.


    The bus went on and off along the way, and I swayed back and forth with it, feeling my stomach churn.


    Struggling. I managed to get off the car and quickly crawled to the trash bin, where I vomited violently, throwing up all the little breakfast I had eaten.


    I took a break for a while before heading to thepany building. Iforted myself, thinking that as long as I took the bus a few more times, it would be fine.


    After sitting a few more times, I got used to it and no longer felt car


    sick.


    Arriving at the president’s office, I didn’t know who was having breakfast with leek filling. I smelled that aroma and instantly felt a surge in my stomach.


    I quickly found a trash bin and vomited uncontrobly.


    After I finished vomiting, I noticed that several colleagues were staring at me with surprised expressions on their faces..


    <b>I </b>awkwardly smiled, put away the garbage bag, and said, “Sorry, I’ll clean it up right away.”


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    After saying that, I ran outside while carrying a garbage bag.


    Before, my colleague who helped me change the ink suddenly grabbed me and smirked, “Hey, Esmeralda, did you look in the mirror this morning?”


    I shook my head in confusion and asked, “What’s wrong?”


    “You, with a face as pale as a ghost, didn’te to work all day yesterday. So, did you spend the whole day in a fierce battle with your chef boyfriend?”


    Last time, I brought Reynaldo a breakfast that I made for them to eat. Apparently, they all thought I had a boyfriend who was a chef.


    My colleague who changed ink pulled my arm again and said, “Hey, hey, you just vomited like that, are you pregnant?”


    I stared at her inexplicably, “What’s the matter?”


    “Baby, don’t all pregnant women vomit?”


    Puff!


    I almost choked, and they mistook a simple car sickness for pregnancy.


    However…


    Thinking back to that night two days ago at the Humphrey family’s old house, I still felt a little uneasy.


    That time, Reynaldo didn’t take any measures. Later, something happened to my grandmother, and I also forgot to buy contraceptive pills. I don’t know if I will get pregnant.


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    What should I do if I really fell for it?


    Ah, forget it. Let’s not worry about things that didn’t happen for now.


    My colleague tugged at my arm again and excitedly asked, “Hey, hey, are you really pregnant?”


    Her voice was not small, and just as she asked this question, someone happened to walk past us.


    I took a nce and that person was none other than Mr. Pruitt from our


    The colleague quickly called out to him respectfully.


    I also quickly greeted him respectfully.


    I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but Mr. Pruitt, who has always been gentle and friendly to the employees, seemed to have a somewhat cold look in his eyes.


    Mr. Pruitt responded lightly and went to the president’s office.


    My colleague still pulled me and gossiped about me. I helplessly smiled and said, “Alright, I’m not pregnant. I just vomited due to motion sickness. Let’s get back to work quickly. Mr. Pruitt just saw us chatting and his expression wasn’t good.”


    My colleague made a sound and then returned to her workstation.


    threw the trash I vomited into the bathroom. When I came back, before I even sat down at my desk, the secretary team leader called me and said Mr. Pruitt wanted to talk to me..


    was stunned for a moment, suddenly remembering the look in Mr. Pruitt’s eyes when he had just nced at me. There was a faint sense of


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    unease in my heart.


    Did I do anything wrong? I just skipped work and forgot to ask for leave yesterday.


    Will Mr. Pruitt fire me because of this? After all, I am just a neer who has only been here for a few days.


    Nervously, I arrived at the CEO’s office.


    Mr. Pruitt was leaning back in his chair, drinking coffee.


    Seeing mee in, he put down his cup and asked me, “Why didn’t you rest at home for a few more days?”


    When he asked this question, his tone was not as gentle as before, but rather tinged with a hint of sarcasm.


    I don’t know if it was being absent from work that made him unhappy.


    I quickly exined, “Yesterday, I couldn’te to work because there was something going on at home. I’m sorry. I promise to work hard in the future and won’t take leave without a valid reason.”


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