Jasmine*

After a few minutes, she returned with a man in suit.

"Here's her file, get this documented as soon as possible." Fiona handed him a file.

"Definitely, Fiona."

He walked away, after his surprised eyes had searched my body, my protruding belly to be precised.

"We have shortages in this unit, the vacuum cleaner has gone bad and for the first time, the finance officer has refused to release money for a new one to be purchased."

She said to me before sinking into her swivel chair.

"Why ...