The Fake Pregnancy Meet My Millions

Summary

My first week on the job, and I was already dealing with a nightmare.

There was a woman in the office who claimed to be three weeks pregnant. Relying entirely on this "delicate condition," she had the audacity to drop a carpooling mandate on my desk.

Her reasoning was shockingly entitled: she lived far from the office, and my car met her "high standards." It was a brand-new, fifty-thousand-dollar Volvo SUV, barely a year off the lot.

But the truly unhinged part? She flat-out ordered me to be her personal chauffeur, morning and night, effective immediately.