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twelve weeks along, she already had a rounded tummy that made most of the garments uncomfortable.
Finally, she settled on a blue dress that was a little too warm for the weather, but would have to do. It fit snugly around her belly, emphasizing her tiny bump, but she could hide that with a light jacket.
Heels were the bane of her existence pre-pregnancy, and nothing had changed there. She crammed her feet into the lowest pair she had, annoyed by how tight they were. The baby was tiny according to the pictures on the flash drive in her purse, so why were her feet swollen?
She vaguely remembered her mother had shown early with the two pregnancies she’d had while Sondra lived with her, so maybe it was genetic. Speculating about why she was showing already didn’t solve her wardrobe problems, which she would have to address today if Jake expected her to fill in for Eleanor until he hired a replacement.
Another cab took her the short distance to his office. It felt extravagant to take a taxi for the quick walk, but she knew he was waiting for her. When had Jake become so important to her that she would rearrange everything to be at his beck and call?
She couldn’t pinpoint exactly when, but they had grown progressively closer since the party. As she had expected, Whitney had been an issue, but so far kept it confined to subtly snide comments or more direct attacks when Jake wasn’t there as a buffer. Those occasions were infrequent, and she did her best to avoid spending time alone with his mother.
Now, as she took the elevator to the top floor, she wondered if Whitney had been working behind the scenes to orchestrate Eleanor’s escalation in seduction attempts. She knew from Jake the woman had gotten bolder, and this morning seemed completely contrary to the Eleanor Clevage she had worked under—and it smelled of desperation. But whose? Which woman was starting to get the impression Sondra wasn’t going anywhere any time soon?
Hopefully both, and the other woman’s dismissal would solve the problem for good, but she wasn’t that optimistic. Sondra didn’t think she could be that lucky.
To her surprise, Jake drew her into his office the moment she opened the door. He closed it behind her and pulled her over to the desk. When he sat down and put her on his lap, she frowned. “What are you doing?”
“I want to see the pictures.”
Thrilled by his interest, but knowing they had work to do, she said, “Shouldn’t we do that later? Nagato—”
“Can wait.” He put his hand over her stomach, rubbing lightly. “Please show me our child.”
She nodded, reaching into her purse for the flash drive provided by the obstetrician. He put it in his computer, and the large screen on the wall changed from the WWJ logo to the four-dimensional video of their baby. “You can’t see much yet.”
“He’s beautiful.”
“Yes, he is.” She stared at the baby with Jake, feeling the same sense of wonder she had at the doctor’s office earlier in the morning. Their baby was a little blob with arms and legs and an oversized head. He was recognizably human, but even the top-of-the-line ultrasound machine could only provide so much detail. He was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen then, and the same awe filled her now.
“I can’t believe he’s in there moving around. Can you feel him yet?”
She shook her head. “No, and I probably won’t for at least a few more weeks. It might take longer because I’m chunky.”
He frowned. “You’re gorgeous and perfect.”
“I know.” With a saucy wink, she leaned against him as the video played. It was nearing the end when the office door slammed open and hit the wall with a thud.
Whitney Jacobi strode in. She froze in mid-step at the sight of Sondra on Jake’s lap. “Really, this is a place of business, Wallace.”
“Good morning, Mother.” He looked at the clock. “Or afternoon, I suppose.”
She was impressed by Jake’s cool tone, but wasn’t as
Finally, she settled on a blue dress that was a little too warm for the weather, but would have to do. It fit snugly around her belly, emphasizing her tiny bump, but she could hide that with a light jacket.
Heels were the bane of her existence pre-pregnancy, and nothing had changed there. She crammed her feet into the lowest pair she had, annoyed by how tight they were. The baby was tiny according to the pictures on the flash drive in her purse, so why were her feet swollen?
She vaguely remembered her mother had shown early with the two pregnancies she’d had while Sondra lived with her, so maybe it was genetic. Speculating about why she was showing already didn’t solve her wardrobe problems, which she would have to address today if Jake expected her to fill in for Eleanor until he hired a replacement.
Another cab took her the short distance to his office. It felt extravagant to take a taxi for the quick walk, but she knew he was waiting for her. When had Jake become so important to her that she would rearrange everything to be at his beck and call?
She couldn’t pinpoint exactly when, but they had grown progressively closer since the party. As she had expected, Whitney had been an issue, but so far kept it confined to subtly snide comments or more direct attacks when Jake wasn’t there as a buffer. Those occasions were infrequent, and she did her best to avoid spending time alone with his mother.
Now, as she took the elevator to the top floor, she wondered if Whitney had been working behind the scenes to orchestrate Eleanor’s escalation in seduction attempts. She knew from Jake the woman had gotten bolder, and this morning seemed completely contrary to the Eleanor Clevage she had worked under—and it smelled of desperation. But whose? Which woman was starting to get the impression Sondra wasn’t going anywhere any time soon?
Hopefully both, and the other woman’s dismissal would solve the problem for good, but she wasn’t that optimistic. Sondra didn’t think she could be that lucky.
To her surprise, Jake drew her into his office the moment she opened the door. He closed it behind her and pulled her over to the desk. When he sat down and put her on his lap, she frowned. “What are you doing?”
“I want to see the pictures.”
Thrilled by his interest, but knowing they had work to do, she said, “Shouldn’t we do that later? Nagato—”
“Can wait.” He put his hand over her stomach, rubbing lightly. “Please show me our child.”
She nodded, reaching into her purse for the flash drive provided by the obstetrician. He put it in his computer, and the large screen on the wall changed from the WWJ logo to the four-dimensional video of their baby. “You can’t see much yet.”
“He’s beautiful.”
“Yes, he is.” She stared at the baby with Jake, feeling the same sense of wonder she had at the doctor’s office earlier in the morning. Their baby was a little blob with arms and legs and an oversized head. He was recognizably human, but even the top-of-the-line ultrasound machine could only provide so much detail. He was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen then, and the same awe filled her now.
“I can’t believe he’s in there moving around. Can you feel him yet?”
She shook her head. “No, and I probably won’t for at least a few more weeks. It might take longer because I’m chunky.”
He frowned. “You’re gorgeous and perfect.”
“I know.” With a saucy wink, she leaned against him as the video played. It was nearing the end when the office door slammed open and hit the wall with a thud.
Whitney Jacobi strode in. She froze in mid-step at the sight of Sondra on Jake’s lap. “Really, this is a place of business, Wallace.”
“Good morning, Mother.” He looked at the clock. “Or afternoon, I suppose.”
She was impressed by Jake’s cool tone, but wasn’t as
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