CHAPTER 59

Sophie

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Monday came too soon. I trudged into the hotel. The soft chatters of other workers mingled with the unrelentless buzz of the machines. It was as though the whole of New York City had found its way into the hotel.

I stepped into the elevator that would take me to the floor of Alex’s office. I stared at the floor indicator as it ascended, and my pulse hiked. My stomach twisted—maybe out of nervousness or probably excitement; whichever the feeling was, it wasn’t welcomed. When it arrived on the fifth floor, it slid open, and I made my way to his office.

I took a deep breath before knocking and opening the door. His seat was empty, and so was his desk. Realizing he hadn’t arrived at work, my pulse returned to normal. My chest tightened. Today I had to go for my antenatal. Now, Alex isn’t around. I would have to meet Mrs. Moore. Ever since Timmy was fired, her hatred for me intensified. She’d always give me impossible deadlines and complicated designs.

Dropping the file he had