Isis laughed at the news.

"I'm dying to see Gerald's face when you do it," he said, tilting his lips, "you should teach him a lesson," he proposed, "well, you can go now."

Myriam smiled.

"Do you need help with the little one?"

Isis shook her head.

"I don't want you to make any effort, I don't want any trouble," he reported, "I'll ask one of the clerks to take you to your room, good afternoon."

"May he rest," Myriam said, and left.

With an advance that Isis gave her of her salary, Myriam decided to go buy a dress, the ones she had, no longer fit her. If she had to face Gerald Lennox, she had to do it on equal terms, she was not going to allow that man, with a heart of stone, to continue to humiliate her.

She went to the mall and saw a beautiful and elegant red dress, it was the one to look sober and elegant, and she also thought that, on some occasions, after giving birth, she could wear it again.

****

"Good morning," Gerald arrived at the company, waving as he got out of the elevator