"My Lady?!" Samuel asked, his voice spiking with genuine panic as he felt her suddenly go limp. "Is something wrong?! Is it the nausea again?"
Heena just weakly shook her head, her face buried against his chest. "Leave me..." she mumbled into his robes, feeling as if her heart was literally crawling up her throat.
Samuel, of course, absolutely did not leave her, only holding her tighter with a look of desperate worry. But Heena couldn't even focus on her husband's devotion.
Her mind was entirely consumed by the catastrophic reality of what her idiot System had just done. He hadn't just sent an angry complaint—he had literally turned the entire administrative office, the HR department, and the dispatch center into her mortal enemies.
'I am done for,' Heena thought, a single metaphorical tear rolling down her soul's cheek. 'My salary... my performance bonus... my Class-A vacation resorts... They are all completely gone.'
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