The next day, Myriam went to the Lennox mansion, identifying herself at the entrance as Mrs. Isis's new assistant.

Immediately, one of her employees guided her through the impressive gardens of that huge house, she noticed a huge swimming pool, beautiful rose bushes, and a rustic wooden house in the middle, where a beautiful and attractive woman rested on a comfortable sofa.

"Mrs. Isis, this is the woman Mr. Gerald sent," she reported.

Mrs. Lennox took off her glasses and looked at Myriam from head to foot, she noticed that she was young and beautiful, and she assumed that her stepson had sent her to spy on her since they did not have an excellent relationship.

Myriam blinked in surprise as she realized her boss's mother was too young, she didn't like the way he looked at her, but she needed the job, so she gave him a smile.

"I'm Myriam Bennet, your new assistant," she said, holding out her hand to greet her.

With a gesture of disdain, Isis reciprocated curtly.

"I hope you do your job well", he said arrogantly, "I need you to take those documents to Gerald's company to sign them, they are important quotes, please don't dirty those documents" he explained and took a sip of orange juice. "Pass me the crutches and help me up," he ordered.

Myriam obeyed the orders of her new boss and helped her enter the house, which was enormous, with large windows and beautiful terraces.

"It's beautiful," Myriam murmured.

"Hurry up, we don't have all day," Isis refuted, "you must go back, so you can water the plants on the balcony of my bedroom, go now," she ordered.

Myriam hurried towards the company, immediately when she went up to the offices, she noticed a deep silence, and everyone focused on their work. He walked over to Amanda's desk.

"Hello, Mrs. Isis, she sent me to leave these documents with Mr. Gerald, she told me they are important," she reported.

"Keep your voice down," Amanda requested, "the boss likes to work in deep silence, it must be the quotes, let me give them to him." she smiled.

"But I must take them back," Myriam said, biting her lips.

"You must wait, Mr. Gerald is busy, and no one dares to bother him."

Myriam frowned.

"I don't understand, why are you so afraid of him?" she questioned him, "he is a simple mortal like everyone else, of course, he has more money" she expressed sincerely.

Amanda's eyes widened as she realized her boss was behind Myriam, the woman's legs shaking.

"He's a bit fussy," she stuttered.

"More like a tyrant, I can't believe that there are still people who like to have their employees subjugated, that man should know that a harmonious work environment improves performance, but I doubt that he knows what fun is" she commented.

"Miss..." His thick voice cleared his throat, he didn't say more about why he never remembered her last name.

Myriam jumped in fright, her cheeks were dyed crimson, she turned and noticed how his face was cold, he didn't show a single gesture of disgust, he was like a machine.

"I…" stammered the young woman, "I came to leave you some documents," she stated with a trembling voice.

Gerald watched her closely.

“I got the impression that he came to entertain my collaborators, we have rules, and they must be followed” he spoke firmly.

Myriam nodded and said nothing, taking the folder from Amanda's desk and handing it to her.

"It's these," she said.

Gerald took the documents and went to his office.

"Oh no," Amanda whispered, "he's going to have you in his sights, he hates being objected to."

 Myriam released a sigh and pressed her eyelids together.

"It seems that he doesn't like being told his truths," she murmured softly in Amanda's ear, then he walked away from the girl when he heard his boss shout his name. She trembled with fright, then took a deep breath and headed for the office.

"Take them back, scan them and post them right away," he ordered.

Myriam who just entered the office moved quickly to take the folder when he was going to do it, he placed his hand on top of the folder and raised his head, focusing his deep gaze on the girl.

"Miss Bennet, I remind you that your function is to be an assistant, do not come to entertain my employees," he said, "and do not make comments without knowing the people.

Myriam cleared her throat, and the dry way he spoke to her made her skin crawl.

“Only…” she was about to say what he thought, but she remembered that she needed the job, she clenched his fists, “I'm sorry, it won't happen again”

She left the company and returned to Isis's house, immediately ordering her to water the plants.

Myriam went out on the terrace, smelled the delicate scent of flowers, then felt nauseated and ran to the bathroom. After returning to her stomach, somewhat pale, she went back to her work.

At lunchtime, she barely ate a bite and in the afternoon she continued to help Isis with her chores.

Thus, several days passed between Myriam's comings and goings from the company, and the symptoms of her pregnancy became more evident.

After watering the roses that afternoon, he went into the bathroom, and again vomited what little he had eaten.

“You are pregnant?” It was the question that Isis asked in surprise, without giving the young woman time to think of a lie.

"Eh, I," she stammered shakily, leaning against the powder room door, nodding, tears filling her eyes.

Isis smiled lopsidedly.

"This isn't a good thing, Gerald, he doesn't like employees with children, he says it reduces productivity," she said, "if he finds out he's going to fire you." 

"Help me," Myriam pleaded, knowing full well that no company in her condition would hire her. "I'll do what you ask me to do," she stated, looking with pleading eyes at her boss.

That last sentence was music to Isis's ears.

“I can keep your secret, as long as you also work as a nanny and help me take care of my boy, you saw him, he is four years old”, she requested, “I won't pay you more for that, but I can ask Gerald, give you a raise" He looked at the young woman. "Take it or leave it?" Isis asked.

"I accept," she answered, even knowing that the burden was greater.

From that day, Myriam began to take care of little Jeremy in addition to her daily tasks; however, time passed, and the work became heavier and heavier.

Every night when he got home, the first thing he did was take a shower, then he had a light dinner and immediately went to bed.

"I don't know how much longer we can resist," she said, stroking her belly. "I hope when you grow up in here, that ogre doesn't fire us," she said and thought of Gerald's cold face. She snorted, sighed, and began to blink, then fell asleep.

The next morning, he arrived a little late at Isis's house.

"I need you urgently," the woman bellowed. “Why are you late?” she questioned.

"I don't feel very well," the young woman confessed, "but don't worry, I'll continue with my work." What should I do? She questioned.

"I need you to go to the dry cleaners and pick up a dress, make sure it's flawless," she requested.

Myriam nodded, and before she left she felt a pang in her belly, she pursed her lips and went to the dresser, then her eyes widened, seeing a light stain of blood on her underwear.

"My baby," she whispered, shivering. “Lady Isis,” she shouted.

The woman, who was in the room when she heard the screams, took her crutches and went to the bathroom.

“What's going on?” she questioned.

Myriam opened the door and appeared with teary eyes.

"I'm bleeding," she reported with deep concern.

"This is not good at all, if Gerald finds out, we're going to have problems," she said.

Myriam pressed her lips, and shook her head, because that woman was not interested in her, or her baby, but not having problems with her stepson.

"I have to go to a hospital," she suggested.

"Yes, of course," Isis answered and gave her money to send her in a taxi.

"Please hold on," Myriam begged, stroking her belly.

****

Gerald arrived at the hospital in search of his partner Kevin, as he had been informed that he had an accident, he inquired at reception and went to find the emergency room. He saw a stir in a room and went in, and when the nurses screamed, he realized he had made a serious mistake.

"This is the gynecology department," she reported. "Is your wife going to give birth?" a nurse questioned.

"No, I'm not married," he said, "I'm looking for the emergency room."

The nurse smiled and gave her directions, and just as she was leaving, she collided head-on with Myriam, she was surprised to see her there, and she also noticed her pale and emaciated.

“What are you doing here?” he questioned. "Are you pregnant?"

Myriam felt the blood rush to her feet, she never imagined finding him there.

Then he thought of an excuse.

“No, of course not, my best friend who works in this area is a gynecologist, I came to perform the routine exams requested by your company and I took the opportunity to say hello”

Gerald raised both eyebrows.

"I guess you should go back to Isis," he commented.

"Yes, the lady only gave me permission for a few hours, I'll go after lunch," she informed.

"I invite you to lunch, I need to ask you certain things," he said.

“To me? Right now?” The young woman questioned because what she urgently needed was to receive medical attention.

"Of course, I don't have all day," he reported.

Myriam nodded and went with him to a nearby restaurant. She requested something light, and thanks to some anti-nausea medication Elsa gave her, she was already eating better.

"How are things with my stepmother?" he questioned.

"Everything's fine," Myriam answered, "she's a woman very dedicated to her work," she reported.

Gerald took a sip of wine.

"And banalities," he whispered softly.

Myriam listened but didn't comment on it.

"I have to go to the bathroom," she said and stood up.

Gerald nodded, because at that moment he was checking some important orders on his mobile, he was so focused that at first, he didn't notice Myriam's absence, until he realized that about half an hour had passed, he raised his hand and called the waiter.

"Did you see the woman who was with me come out?" he questioned seriously.

The young man shook his head.

“No, sir," he reported.

"Bring the bill," he ordered and went to the bathroom to get it, knocking several times. " Miss Bennett," he called her name, but when there was no answer, he opened the door and found her passed out. "Aid!" He screamed and went to her, took her pulse, felt it weak, and snorted.

Immediately, the managers of the restaurant helped Gerald to put the young woman in his car, he drove quickly to the nearest hospital, and they immediately took her to the emergency room.

Being an employee of the company, she stayed to find out about her health condition, and while he waited he visited his friend Kevin, who had a small fracture in his hand, playing volleyball. A half-hour later, a nurse showed up, checking for Myriam's relatives, but he hadn't bothered to check with human resources for the phone number of someone close to her.

"I'm your boss," he said. “How are you?”

"She's stable, but she needs rest, she had a threatened abortion," she reported.

"Abortion!?" he questioned with great surprise, and his muscles tensed. “I can see her?” He inquired.

"She's asleep, but come with me," the nurse said.

Gerald followed the woman with deep seriousness, she left him in the bedroom, and when he entered he saw Myriam pale and with her eyes closed, he resisted the urge to fire Miss Bennett at that moment, and left the bedroom and the hospital.

"I can't allow this," he whispered, in the car, and sped off to his company, went up to the office, opened his laptop, and wrote an email addressed to Myriam Bennet. That way you will learn not to tell lies,” he assured.

Gerald, before pressing the send button, requested Myriam's file from human resources, and his assistant immediately handed it over.

The man frowned and banged hard on the wood of his desk.

"She's Raymond Wilson's wife," he mumbled with great annoyance, "I can't believe that unhappy man sent his wife to spy on us," he growled, breathing hard, "but they're not going to make fun of us," he sentenced and pressed the send button, and the mail went straight to Myriam's mailbox.