Page 106 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

When I realized I was doing it again, I quickly shook my head.

I was here now.

I released a small breath of relief when I reached the second floor.

I had my own office. It was a moderate-sized cubicle, demarcated by glass walls.

A computer system and a small vase by its side greeted me once I entered my office. After dropping my bag and taking my seat, I instantly got to work.

There were some drafts I needed to complete. Once I opened the case, the familiar feeling of disappointment gnawed at my heart.

It was a case similar to Mae’s. It made me remember her. I wondered if someone else had taken up the case.

I wondered if she was now free.

My shoulders slumped.

It was one of my major regrets, not completing her case on time. But there was nothing I could do.

Pushing the feeling to the depth of my guts, I refocused my attention on the file.

I didn’t know how long I’d been working. But when I glanced at my wristwatch and saw it was 4 p.m. I knew it was time to go home.

No, not home. The clinic.

I had a prenatal appointment at 5 p.m. Packing my bags, I tucked the file in my hands. It had to be submitted to Oliver, my immediate boss, and Senior Associate.

After shutting my door, I walked to his office, which was just a few cubicles from mine.

“Hi, Oliver. This is the–”

He fake-groaned. “How many times do I have to tell you to call me Ollie.”

I smiled, glancing at his playful expression. Tall, muscular, and tanned skin, with grey irises,Ollie was a kind boss.

“Okay, Ollie,” I shook my head. “Here is the draft about the civil harassment case.”

I gently dropped it on his desk, and he nodded.

“Thank you and good night,” he smiled.

After bidding Cherry goodbye, I exited the building. I’d barely stood for a minute when I flagged a cab.

Immediately I was on my way to the clinic. A few minutes later, we arrived.

I entered the fairly large building, rubbing my stomach slightly, before making my way to the doctor’s office.

“Hello, Renee. How are you doing?”

I was instantly met with her silky voice and a wide smile. It was my second time visiting and it was her usual question.

Of course, it would be.

“I’m fine,” I lied. Just like I did to all who asked the seemingly mundane question.

I wasn’t fine. I didn’t think I would ever be. No matter how much I tried to comfort myself, I was still struggling with reality.

The reality of this new life.

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