We were drunk, it wasn’t supposed to happen but it did and now, the feeling of anxiety won’t stop gnawing at me.

My fingers find their way around my wrist, wringing it anxiously. Who knew a few drinks at the function would spiral into such a damning situation.

The test results on my desk, pushed away from my view is the icing on this cake but I refuse to acknowledge it because acknowledging it seals in the fact that what happened between us was real.

That night was real and the baby growing in me is proof.

I haven’t been able to get any work done since I got the test results back from the hospital during my break. All I can think about is how my life is fucked beyond repair. What kind of girl gets pregnant by her boss after just three months of working with him.

Like Clockwork, Mr. Demetri Santiago chooses this exact moment to saunter through his office doors, his woody scent flooding my nostrils.

He’s a tall, handsome man and I try to conceal how much my breath hitches at his sight. His sharp features and piercing eyes hold an arrogance that immediately set me on edge the first time I met him but overtime I’ve gotten accustomed to it.

He’s on a call and he looks visibly upset with whoever’s on the other end of the line.

“Let’s pick this up some other time,” he says curtly and ends the call immediately. His eyes find mine and I’m immediately frozen in my seat with zero guts to turn away from him.

He walks up to me and as he speaks, I feel his gaze softening, “Miss Ruiz, we haven’t had the chance to talk about—“

We’re interrupted by what I’d describe as a shrilling voice. It goes, “Treyyyyyyyyyuhhh, not you bailing on lunch with me,” I look over to my side where Demetri’s sister is now standing.

Wait, he couldn’t have right? He didn’t just attempt having a conversation about what happened between us that night? In the middle of day, so casually at my desk, like it meant nothing. Can he read my thoughts?

I shake the thought from my head, zeroing in on the woman before me. Her name is Daniella but she begs everyone to call her Dani. She’s a blonde head unlike her brother whose hair is black as ebony but that’s not where their differences end.

“Tell me that doesn’t sound like that girl that used to be all over you, what was her name…?” She trails off, snapping her fingers as she tries to recall.

Demetri’s face has lost all warmth and he just stares down his sister with a cold look, “Tracy?” He offers dryly, shrugging his shoulders. “Remind me why you’re here?”

Dani’s face lights up at the name, “Tracy! Right, right. I wonder where she is now. Anyway, we were supposed to get lunch together, remember?”

“Well sister, you just missed that. Lunch hours were over 15 minutes ago,” Demetri deadpans. It’s almost a relief to see him treat his family this way too, working with Demetri would have you thinking you have something fundamentally wrong with you and he doesn’t hesitate to help you feel that way.

Dani doesn’t halt in her strides, infact her smile is wider. I imagine she’s immune to his arrogance.

“What’s the point of being the boss if you can’t bend a few rules?” She asks, taking Demetri’s arm in hers and then she looks over at me, “I’m sorry but, I’ll be borrowing him for a while.”

Obviously, she doesn’t wait for my reply before stringing him along.

Demetri frees himself from her grasp and walks back to my desk, he places his hand on it and slightly leans forward, towards me. For a split second I wonder if his eyes would catch the test results.

"We'll have this conversation, I promise you that," he whispers to me and then waltz away with his sister.

I watch their backs as they leave.

Rich people. They're so wrapped up in their own bubble, so oblivious to the people around them, not a single care in the world, I'd kill to switch places with him.

It’s so unfair, just when I thought things were starting to look up for me, I had to fall prey to my bosses charm.

He probably wouldn't bat an eyelash if I told him about the baby, he'll most likely throw money at me like he did three months ago and tell me to get rid of it.

I let out a sigh, the weight of the situation settling down on my shoulders. My dad would be so disappointed in me. I might even loose my job as a secretary.

I don't know when the tears start falling but once they start they don't stop. They're like a torrent of waves, but my sob is noiseless, without an iota of expression on my face. I'm devastated, too devastated to even bother wiping my nose.

I just stare at the wall and noiselessly cry at my desk.

I’d have to terminate the pregnancy, no one will know about it. Not Demetri, not my father. This child will suffer if I bring it into a world where his father doesn’t want him. I’ll be a mere nuisance to him and his family, another Tracy, they might even try to make life terrible for the baby or worse take it away from me.

I let my head fall into my palms. A feeling of protectiveness filling me up for my baby, I can’t abort this child. I don’t have the heart to do it.

I take my napkin from my bag and wipe my nose with it. I have to get back to work and… shit. I look a mess, I should go to the bathroom and fix up.

Just when I stand and turn around to head to the ladies, I’m face to face with Mr. Reginald Hawthorne. Demetri’s father.