NovelAmazoneDorothy wrapped her arms around Everett's neck, trying her best to reciprocate his affection.
"Just hang in there a little longer, the doc said we're good to go in three months."
Everett paused, "You asked?"
She nodded shyly, avoiding his gaze, "The doctor also mentioned... moderate exercise during the second trimester is beneficial."
The reason Everett hadn't asked was obvious; he was worried it might harm the baby!
Sure, he'd been a dad before, but this was his first rodeo caring for a pregnant wife.
He had to tread carefully every step of the way.
Ensuring Dorothy and the baby were safe was his top priority.
The next morning, Everett took over the hotel's kitchen to whip up a special breakfast for Dorothy, making sure it was as nutritious
as it was delicious.
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Of course, he also prepared a little something for the "tiny tyrants" they were expecting.
After breakfast, Dorothy finally convinced Everett to let her and a colleague from Trust-E handle the contract talks.
It wasn't that she didn't want Everett there, but...
His title as CEO of Lopez Corporation was just too intimidating.
If he were just an average Joe, she would have been fine with it.
Dorothy and her colleague arrived at the designated restaurant, where their counterparts were already waiting.
"Hello, I'm the head of Trust-E," she said with a smile, shaking their hands lightly.
The other party, a man and a woman, with the man seemingly in a higher position, stood in front.
Everything was going smoothly until, just as they were about to wrap up, the male head said, "Ms. Sanchez, would you care to join
If it were a sincere invitation, Dorothy wouldn't have thought much of it.
But—
That look in his eyes was all too familiar to Dorothy.
The sleazy smirk, the once-over, thinking he's God's gift to women, trying to seem deep and mysterious.
She chuckled softly, "No, I'm quite busy, thank you."
"Oh? It's not every day youe from Eldorria City to Everglow City. Why not enjoy what we have to offer? I'm free tonight and
could show you around. Consider it our hospitality."
As he reached out again, she stepped back, her voice turning cold, "Maybe you should reconsider your intentions and what you call
hospitality."
Dorothy was no longer the woman who would just bow her head in the face of workplace harassment.
Faced with such behavior, she felt obliged to stand her ground and teach him a lesson. She couldn't stand by and watch this kind
of culture grow, where higher-ranking men treated social interactions as their personal selection process.
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She would not tolerate it.
"Ms. Sanchez, what are you implying? I'm just extending a friendly invitation," the man protested, playing the victim now.
His outburst drew the attention of the entire restaurant.
But Dorothy was undaunted.
"What did | say? | didn't imply anything."
"You—"
"If your intentions are pure, why are you reading so much into my words? Unless... your thoughts are the ones that are
inappropriate!"
The man's face went from red to white, anger replacing embarrassment.
"Choosing Trust-E for this project was a favor to you! Without our offer, how could a startup like Trust-E even hope to collaborate
with us?"
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