Heather was shoved back into the corner after they force-fed her the pills.

Soon, the drugs took effect, and the pain came crashing down upon her...

She clutched her stomach, her face a mask of agony.

"Please," she begged, "call a doctor, I'm dying. It hurts so much!" "Of course, the miscarriage hurts. Just bear with it, you won't die." Heather's face was ghostly pale, like someone just dragged out of a lake, her clothes drenched with sweat.

"It hurts... it hurts so bad... I don't wanna die, please, I don't wanna die..." Her continuous wails finally got to the guard, who stood watch for over an hour before he felt she was too weak to scream and went to fetch a doctor.

They had their orders, after all—she wasn't supposed to die.

new director to arrive so

after she handed over the files, the new

Stephen extending his hand, "Pleased to meet you, Ms. Sanchez." "Hello," she smiled faintly, only lightly touching his hand. "I assume Austin has transferred all the project details to you? If you have any

we add friends on WhatsApp? It'll make communication easier."

reluctant. But rejecting him now

internally, just be sociable for

were friends on WhatsApp, she pocketed her phone and said, "Well, I should get back to work! And Mr. Stephen, if you want to take over sooner, you can tell me directly.” "I need some time to familiarize myself, to get a better grip

Sanchez, you should get going. I have

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