I'm Leaving, My Beloved Boss

“— What is this?” the boss asked quietly. “— This is my resignation. I’m quitting, Vadim Viktorovich.”

“And what’s wrong with you?”

“Everything is fine with me,” I said, trying not to back down. “I’m quitting for family reasons.”

He grabbed me by the blouse and pulled me toward him. A moment later I crashed into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“What do you want?” he asked, trying to kiss me, his voice dull.

“Do you want me to raise your salary? Twice as much.”

I turned away, and his lips slid along my cheek.

“Well, what do you need, Lyuba…”

“The thing you can’t give me,” I said again, pulling away. “I need a family—children. For two years you haven’t had a wife or a lover, and I don’t know what I’ve been to you. That’s enough for me!”

I pushed him with all my strength and twisted out of his grasp.

I stepped back.

“That’s enough!” I said firmly. “I’m no longer yours, boss. I’m leaving.”

I’m leaving with a baby in my heart—one he mustn’t find out about, otherwise he’ll send me for an abortion…