Amanda is a former criminal defense attorney turned elite crisis manager who navigates the darkest corners of political and corporate America. Young, intelligent, and unflinchingly bold, Amanda takes no orders she is the fixer. Now pregnant, she's...
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Rain-swv "Pregnant? Pregnant by who?" She asked narrowing her eyes at me. I swallowed and looked away. "Does that matter?" I asked quietly. After a few seconds I looked up at her seeing her tilt her head, clearly wanting a reply. "Damien white." I said looking at her. "Your coworker?" She asked. I looked at her and my eyes squinted for a second. "Old coworker" I said correcting her before rolling my eyes.
"What are you rolling your eyes at me for? You are the one who got pregnant by him not me." She said rolling her eyes. My eyes flashed, hurt. "Yep. Thanks for telling me about my life." I said picking up my things.
"Where are you going?" She asked trying to stop me. "Far away from you." I said walking to the door, my pace quick, wanting to get the hell out of here. "Amanda wait." She said standing in front of the door. "What" I said my expression clear I wanted to hear nothing she had to say but deep down I did.
She looked at me for a second before she shook her head and moved out the way, walking towards her desk. I'm not sure why I expected her to run after me. That made no sense. But at the same time I couldn't be upset with her. She had a right to feel how she felt.
I wasn't even sure why I was feeling this way, me and Kamala weren't even together. I decided to blame it on being pregnant. But I knew I was wrong. How could I go get pregnant on someone? Walking into my office I couldn't help but to cry, I cried into my hands, I felt so hurt at the moment. Knowing I needed to suck it up I did , I sniffled wiping the tears off my face and looking into the mirror, I fixed my hair and went right back to working.
For the rest of the time I was there I burried myself into work until I was finally ready to head home, it was around 11. Kamala hasn't texted or anything, but why would she. I was avoiding her at every chance I got. Going the opposite way of her office. Sending my assistant to give her my finished work. I sighed at the thought of it. Walking through the door I kicked my shoes off and went upstairs. Today I didn't care how tired I was I wanted to sleep in my bed. I hadn't even taken my clothes off , I climbed into bed, breaking down into tears, finally fully letting everything out.
After crying for so long I drifted to sleep, not having the slightest bit of energy to do anything else.
After a few hours I woke up to hearing someone knock on the door 3 in the fucking morning . I sighed checking my phone to see who it was, looking at the camera I saw it was endi, getting up I went down the stairs, opening the door. "Go away." I said glaring at him, watching him shift under my uncomfortable glare.
"I'm sorry, president would like to speak with you." Tilting my head I looked at him.
"About?" I asked keeping my tone the way it was before.
"Im sure you know." He sounded like he was annoyed with my questions but I didn't give a damn.
" I'm not going." I said crossing my arms. Showing I was dead serious. "Call her and tell her I'm not doing shit." I said rolling my eyes. my body filled with anger.
