“Alen, cancel Kalinina’s application. I’m not going to accept it. I’m by the HR office and I can hear everything. I close my eyes, feeling panic rising in my throat.” “I can’t.” “Then fire her.” “Excuse me, Igor Vasilyevich, but that’s impossible.” “Why?”—a threatening voice sounds, from which I flinch. “She’s pregnant. We can’t fire her. *** I lied about my pregnancy to get a well-paid job. But I didn’t know that my boss would be the man whose heart I once broke. He hates me, and I’m raising his son.”