Beth didn't take her words seriously, assuming Annika was just lashing out from the pain Conrad had caused her. Still, she worried how this escalating conflict between them would ever be resolved.
Annika took a shower and slept for a few hours before another call from the production line summoned her back to the factory.
At the same time, Harvey received news that he was about to be fired. He sped to the factory and pulled Annika out of the workshop, his face a mask of despair. “Please, just go home and rest. I’ll watch over things here.”
Annika refused to leave, and Harvey grew so desperate he was on the verge of begging. “You’re pregnant! If you keep working like this, the baby can’t take it.”
Her eyes remained fixed on the circuit board in her hand. “It’s fine,” she said distractedly. “I can handle it.”
Harvey burst into tears. “Mr. Beryl is firing me!” he sobbed. “He said I’m not busy enough! He’s worried about you, Annika!”
Finally, she looked up, her gaze cool and sharp. She studied him for a long moment before asking quietly, “He’s worried about me?”
Harvey wiped his tears and nodded emphatically.
“Harvey, that’s not a funny joke.”
As far as Annika was concerned, even if she dropped dead, Conrad wouldn't spare her a second glance.
She turned to head back into the workshop, and Harvey, terrified, scrambled after her. The floor manager saw them and rushed over from the assembly line, his face wreathed in a sycophantic smile. “We’ve already finished several more crates. We’ll definitely meet the deadline tomorrow.”


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