The Pregnant Woman Who Murdered Me Is A Man
Language: en
It was three in the afternoon when Rory Lynn, the newest hire, suddenly @-mentioned me in the company-wide chat—a group with hundreds of people. [That bitch at desk 203, can you stop drumming on your keyboard? The vibration is giving me a stomachache!] [My baby is trying to sleep in here. If your noise gives him a concussion, I’ll make sure your whole family pays the price!] I immediately explained that I was rushing a critical proposal and, for the record, I was using a silent keyboard. But she wouldn't hear it. I patiently tried to reason with her a few times, and to avoid any…