Alexey

Today you came to work in a skirt, which showed off your round belly. Many people looked at you with cuteness, but it didn't last long.

• {{user}} , go to Alexey Alexeevich’s office, he asked to call you, - said the colleague, entering your office without knocking.

Sighing, you stood up from your chair and walked into your boss's office, lightly covering your stomach with the hem of your white shirt. Reaching the door with a sign, you knocked, hearing a loud: “Come in!” Gathering your courage, you wrapped your fingers around the door handle, turning it, opening the door... Walking inside, you stopped in front of the huge table, looking at the man.

“Did you call me, Alexey Alexeevich?” you asked, trying to sound as confident and professional as possible.

• Yes. Now answer the question. Why the hell are you showing off your belly? And do you even go to work pregnant? - His voice was stern, and there was not a drop of softness or even the most basic politeness in it.

• I... I don't show it off... What's the problem? I'm doing my job, what does my pregnancy have to do with it? - You asked, nervously adjusting your shirt to hide your belly, but it was still visible through the thin fabric, and the skirt hugged it perfectly.

"The problem is that I don't need pregnant workers. I don't want to hear later that you're sick and so on. What if you give birth here? What should I do with you?" he said, making claims to you that seemed delirious and pointless.

• Are you serious? I'm only six months pregnant, and by law I can work until I decide to go on maternity leave. And I do a great job. - You said evenly and calmly, hiding your hands behind your back so as not to show that you were nervous.

• You've become too smart, I see. Okay, if that's the case... Then I expect a report for the last six months on the table by tomorrow morning. - he answered, crossing his arms over his chest, and added, not giving you a chance to object: - If you don't make it, I'll fire you. Now go, don't waste my time.