Eleanor's POV
I grunted as a sharp pain shot through my abdomen.
"Ow," I moaned.
I pressed the little buzzer on my desk, affectively calling my assistant into my office. She knocked twice before walking in. She frowned when she saw me clutching my stomach.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"Um, I think somethings wrong," I said.
She rushed to my side and helped me up.
"No!" I yelped.
"What's wrong?"
"I need to lay down. It hurts too much," I groaned.
"Okay. Okay," she nodded frantically.
The poor woman was a petite little thing but she managed to help me into the floor and sat her knees, laying my head in her lap.
"Do you want me to call an ambulance?" She asked.
"Um, can you just call Ivana Malcom in?" I asked.
"Oh... um sure," she said confusedly.
She pulled her mobile phone out and managed to make a quick phone call while I still laid with my head in her lap.
"She's on her way," she said.
A few minutes later, Ivana bursted into my office and rushed to my side.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"My stomach hurts," I whined in pain.
"I'll call an ambulance," she said.
"No-"
She waved it off and walked out of my office with her phone out. I sighed heavily and held my stomach. There was no doubt that my assistant knew something was up. However, she didn't say anything, just sat still with me in her lap.
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Ms Arty
RomanceEleanor Arty is a high school principal. She and Ivana Malcom, a high school senior, have been having secret relations. Disclaimer: this is the first book I've written and published, it's not great and is kind of fast paced. Please be nice!
