“I’m resigning!” I stare into the boss’s graphite-colored eyes—and suddenly I feel dizzy.
Umarov squints.
“No.”
“I want you to let me go…” I continue pleading.
“Hope… You have a beautiful name. Encouraging…”
He wounds me with his words, making me remember how he used to say my name before...
I lurch up from my seat and almost shout:
“I won’t work for you!”
“You will. You don’t have another choice. Or I’ll take everything away from you!”
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His words hit me straight in the heart. Because Umarov Bagrat still doesn’t suspect that I gave birth to his son after all…