"So how did it go?" Old Evan asked as Nica stepped into the store for work. Nica cleared her throat, hesitating to tell him about the report.

When she remained silent, Old Evan sighed. "Leave and come back with the report."

What?!

"Sir, I..." Her words faltered as the man raised an eyebrow at her.

"I was serious, Nica. I'm not a cold person; I care about my employees' health. Your health matters, and that's why I'm doing this..."

"I went to the hospital three days ago," she cut in, and Old Evan waited for her to finish. "It's... it's confidential, sir."

Telling Old Evan about her pregnancy might make...