Sneaking at Work

'The more time you waste, the more you punish yourself.'

Mila weighed Ashley's words as she sat in front of her work desk. Her eyes were glued to the screen, but she wasn't seeing anything at all. Her mind was muddled with different thoughts. Listening to Ashley made it seem so easy, but right now, Mila knew she wouldn't dare go stand in front of her boss only to tell him what?

'Hi sir, I'm pregnant?' Hell no!

"Mila."

A scratchy voice jolted Mila out of her thoughts. She had grown accustomed to the voice that belonged to Carlos, the only person who actually spoke to her in the office.

"Good morning, Carlos," Mila greeted, pushing her mouse to act like she was working seriously.

Carlos raised his brows and smiled, taking a sip from his coffee. "Good morning to you too, Princess what?"

"What?" Mila returned the question, wondering what the young man was talking about.

Carlos swallowed his coffee and grinned, revealing his almost brown teeth with a green vegetable stuck to the side.

Mila looked away immediately; she didn't want to throw up.

"I'm asking what your princess name is," Carlos continued. "Since you think you can sit behind the system all day and do nothing!"

Mila inhaled deeply. "I wasn't doing nothing... I was—"

"What? Admiring me from here?" Carlos joked. He grabbed Mila's shoulder and squeezed it gently. "Sorry, darling, but I'm hooked." He raised a white paper and threw it on Mila's desk.

"Query from the boss, you skipped work without prior notice. Careful, toad, before you lose your job," he chuckled, walking away from her corner.

Mila wanted to roll her eyes or scream what the fuck? The only person who spoke to her wasn't normal. That was why everyone else avoided her. She was in the league of weirdos.

She grabbed the white paper and scanned through it. The day she skipped work was the same day she found out she was pregnant.

Mila returned to her thoughts. She had been trying to rehearse how to break the news to her new boss. Was he really the man she slept with? She didn't know.

'The more time you waste, the more you punish yourself.'

Mila squeezed her palm when she heard Ashley's voice in her mind again. Unable to handle it, she stood up from her chair and stealthily left the office.

Determined and filled with confidence, Mila headed toward the last floor. She didn't know how she was going to do it, but today was the day. She'd finally announce it. As Ashley had told her, she didn't get herself pregnant or do it alone.

Mila inhaled deeply. The few days she had worked helped her learn her way around the large company. She jumped into the first elevator and stood upright like every other worker. She didn't want to look like the odd one out. It was in the elevator that she heard the location of the person she was searching for.

"Director Zyran asked that we bring the proposal to the boardroom," one of the female workers said to her colleague.

Mila nodded. The boardroom. Don't get it twisted, she wasn't trying to announce her pregnancy there. She was only trying to…

Ding!

The elevator bell rang, and everyone stepped out, including Mila. She followed the two young girls. Once they entered the boardroom, she stopped in front of the door.

Mila could feel cold sweat trickling down her back into her panties. She was scared.

"Okay!" Mila inhaled. "Wait here. Once he's done with the meeting, request an audience," she nodded, rubbing her hand on her chest. This was the only way to meet Zyran, according to Ashley.

People like her didn't just walk up to members of the modern royal family like they were friends. She had to find a window, and it was already a given since she now worked directly under him. All she needed was a perfect opportunity.

"Director Zyran. I'm sorry, it was a mistake."

Mila's heart froze when she heard the name. She had expected him to be inside the boardroom, but at that moment, he was coming from the left with his team of directors.

"You are fired."

Mila heard his cold voice, and she swallowed hard. This wasn't the right time. She nodded to herself, taking the right to disappear when she bumped into a tall, buff man in a black suit. Mila noticed the curled wire behind his ear.

"Who are you?"

Mila's hand trembled as she searched for her identity card. She could feel years seeping out of her life with every sharp click of shoes behind her.

"Marketing department," Mila raised her identity card, praying that the security guard would let her go before Zyran got there.

"Who is that?" Zyran's voice rang out.

I'm dead! Mila cried in her head. Her knees were wobbling. What if? What if he recognizes me from that night? Wasn't that what she wanted? But not like this! Mila kept chanting in her head.

"From the marketing department," the security guard replied, waving Mila away.

Mila didn't turn to look back or bow to her boss. She looked left and right, then took the closest path to disappear.

"These new workers can't even greet the acting director properly. Weren't they trained properly?" someone behind Zyran asked.

Zyran stared at the space where the young woman had been standing earlier, then turned his face away. "Was the marketing team invited to this meeting?"

"No, sir." A young man with a long book flipped through the pages and replied diligently.

Zyran nodded. He didn't ask anything further. He started walking, and everyone behind him rushed to push the door open for him, most of them stepping on each other's shoes.

"His workers always try too hard," Rosita sighed, following Zyran into the boardroom. Lucas shrugged without saying anything.

Roman stood behind, waiting patiently for everyone to enter the boardroom. Then he walked up to the security guard.

"What was the name of that worker?"

The security guard bowed. "Milena Dennis," he replied.

"Interesting," Roman smiled, turning to look at the boardroom door. Did she find out who the father is? he muttered to himself with a smile.