Lola shifted on her chair, disturbed greatly by the intended question. She sucked in her breath to push out all her tension before replying.
"I'll try my best... but I may not give you answers to all questions."
"Fair enough."
Howard forced a smile on his deadpan face before turning all serious.
"Is it true that you are pregnant?" Howard's curious gaze shifted to Lola's somewhat flat tummy. He could swear that she wasn't pregnant from her beautiful slender body.
"Yes, Sir," Lola observed the doubt in Howard's curious eyes and decided to explain further. "I'm ten weeks plus, pregnant. But it's difficult to tell because of my almost flat tummy.
"May I know who is responsible for your pregnancy?"
Lola felt her erratically pounding heart almost jumping out of her mouth. She couldn't understand why she was being interrogated in this manner. How was this question related to her job?
"I...I... I'm so sorry sir, but I can't say."
