"Ma'am there's someone here to see you," Hugo's voice came from the intercom on my desk, and I quickly put away the can of pringles I had snuck into my desk's new snack drawer. Being pregnant was kicking my ass, but thank goodness the weather was getting colder. At least I had an excuse for my weight gain.
'You look like a bear preparing for hibernation.'
Not yet, but I would in a month or two.
"Who is it?"
"Miss Sabrina Yamir."
What would possess Sabrina to come visit me at the office? She never did that. It wasn't normal. "Send her in."
Now that I knew it was Sabrina, there was no use for professionalism, so I reopened my desk drawer and took out the can of pringles. I had about seven large tubes of sour cream and onion pringles hidden around my office for those pesky moments when the future children inside me started declaring their hunger.
