Heather was shoved back into the corner after they force-fed her the pills.

Soon, the drugs took effect, and the pain came crashing down upon her...

She clutched her stomach, her face a mask of agony.

"Please," she begged, "call a doctor, I'm dying. It hurts so much!" "Of course, the miscarriage hurts. Just bear with it, you won't die." Heather's face was ghostly pale, like someone just dragged out of a lake, her clothes drenched with sweat.

"It hurts... it hurts so bad... I don't wanna die, please, I don't wanna die..." Her continuous wails finally got to the guard, who stood watch for over an hour before he felt she was too weak to scream and went to fetch a doctor.

They had their orders, after all—she wasn't supposed to die.

Dorothy didn't expect the new director to arrive so quickly.

over the files, the new director had already made his way

to introduce her, "Ms. Sanchez, meet Stephen, your replacement as project director.” Dorothy paused, then saw Stephen extending his hand, "Pleased to meet you, Ms. Sanchez." "Hello," she smiled faintly, only lightly touching his hand. "I assume Austin has transferred all the project details to you? If you have any

Sanchez! How about we add friends on WhatsApp? It'll

was reluctant. But rejecting him now would make the situation

code." She reassured herself internally, just be sociable for now, and once he fully took over the

you can tell me directly.” "I need some time

lightly. "Um... Ms. Sanchez, you should get going. I

a polite smile, and then turned to

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