Chapter 8


    I mean, maybe it was just me being oversensitive, or not, but her words really hit a nerve.


    It felt like Margaret was implying she was closer to Bryant as if she was the real queen bee of the


    Ferguson Group.


    “Director Webster.” Noticing the door ajar, Kevin gave a symbolic knock before stepping in and


    handing me a document. “Here’s the agreement, two copies. Mr. Ferguson has signed. Just sign


    your copy and keep it.”


    Bryant was always quick to act.


    “Okay.” I quickly went through the document, signed my name with a flourish, and handed a copy


    back to Kevin with a polite smile. “Thanks for your efforts.”


    “Is this a share transfer agreement?” Margaret seemed to glimpse the document cover.


    Out of my sight, her previously calm and elegant demeanor shattered, her nails digging into her


    flesh.


    Looking


    surprised, Kevin said, “Oh, Ms. Ferguson is here, too. You two go ahead. I’ll head upstairs to report


    back to Mr. Ferguson.”


    He skillfully dodged Margaret’s question and made a swift exit.


    Margaret’s eyes mixed with disbelief. “Bryant gave you shares?”


    “Regardless, I don’t think this is something that I need to report to you, right, Mr. Ferguson?”


    After the ne incident, my feelings toward Margaret wereplicated. It was hard to remain


    neutral like before.


    “Jane, I feel like you’re harboring animosity toward me.” Margaret stood up, looking helpless. “I


    don’t know if it’s about the ne or this job position, but please believe me. I never intended to


    take anything from you I’m not interested in those things, she said.


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    Her frankness left me feeling conflicted.


    As the evening approached, I ced the pregnancy test I’d found in a cake a few days ago Into my


    bag.


    I was ready to go downstairs and tell Bryant he would be a father. We were going to have a baby.


    While imagining his reaction, thinking of the new life growing inside me, my steps quickened with


    excitement. I couldn’t wait to share the news with him.


    The elevator took me straight to the underground parking, where I found the ck


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    Maybach at a nce.


    Bryant leaned against the car, waiting for me.


    I rushed into his arms, inhaling his unique scent of woody freshness. “Honey! Have you been


    waiting long?”


    “It’s okay.” He didn’t embrace me as usual but seemed ufortable and stepped back. “Let’s get


    in the car first.”


    “Wait, let me tell you what the surprise is first.” held onto him.


    “What is it?” Bryant looked less fired up than he was back at the office, like something was on his


    mind.


    I frowned but didn’t overthink it. Looking into Bryant’s deep eyes, I began, “Bryant, you’re going to


    be a…


    “Bry, why aren’t you guys getting in the car yet? The passenger window suddenly rolled down, and


    a voice interrupted me.


    From my angle, I locked eyes with Margaret, sitting inside.


    Stunned, I looked toward Bryant, waiting for an exnation.


    But Margaret spoke first, in her gentle voice, “Jane, I sent my car for maintenance, and since we’re


    all heading to the Ferguson Mansion, I asked Bry to give me a ride. You wouldn’t mind such a small


    thing, right?”