Fiona glanced at Erica, noticing her arched eyebrows and pleasant features. She absentmindedly twirled a pen in her hand, her eyes quietly studying the young woman before her, a faint smile giving her an approachable vibe.

"Name?" she asked.

"Erica," came the response.

"Age?"

"I just turned eighteen this year."

Well, she's the same age as me, Fiona thought.

"What's Allen to you?"

"He's my cousin. I really have nowhere else to go. If my mom finds out, she'll kill

so I had no choice but to

the pen in her hand. Her eyes twinkled with a bit of amusement, though she kept it

not just looking to

widened in disbelief. How did Fiona manage

yes, she did want to keep

Allen's instructions. He thinks ending the pregnancy is best for you, too. You've got a bright future ahead, and with a cousin like Allen backing you, you don't want to throw it all

her eyes fixed on Fiona with fierce

At this stage, it should be pretty straightforward

Fiona's words hung in the air, the office fell silent, only to be abruptly

paid a small fortune to import that equipment, and being incredibly money-conscious, she angrily shoved

"Get out!"

equipment's screen, a piece she'd spent endless hours developing, now reduced

around,

hold Allen responsible for this mess. Whatever you're planning, go ahead. But if it all blows up, you won't be able to protect your child. If you think

the complexities of the situation,

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