"Take this," Casey said, her voice carrying a hint of authority. "Go find out if we have a trump card."
Juliet hesitated but eventually took the kit, clutching it tightly. She stood and excused herself, disappearing through another door. Casey leaned back in her chair, her expression unreadable as she waited.
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Minutes later, Juliet returned, holding the test kit with trembling hands. Her face was a mixture of shock and uncertainty. She handed it to Casey, who calmly took it and inspected the result. A smirk tugged at the corner of Casey's lips as she read the confirmation.
"I can't believe it," Juliet said, her voice breaking into a nervous chuckle. "I'm actually pregnant. I thought all that fatigue was just work stress."
Casey's smirk widened into a satisfied smile. She slipped the test kit into her purse, securing it like a prized possession. "Congratulations, Juliet. This changes everything."
