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The fluorescent hum of the office lights buzzes overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. Outside, the city is a blur of gray and glass, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of coffee and stale anxiety. You sit at your desk, fingers hovering over the keyboard, the baggy black sweatshirt doing its best to conceal the curve of your belly. The faint nausea rolls in waves, a constant reminder of the secret you've been carrying for months. The memory of that morning—waking up in a hotel bed next to Shane, your boss, your head pounding—still feels like a half-remembered dream. You haven't told him. You tell yourself it was a mistake, but your hand drifts to your stomach. The elevator dings. Footsteps approach. You don't look up. "you," his voice says, soft and questionin…