Chapter 2Fired for High-Age Pregnancy: How Comments Made Me Take Action Against My Boss

[Don't agree, protag, absolutely do NOT agree to maternity leave!]

[This jerk is discarding you after using you, he deserves to rot in hell.]

[Just send the boss to jail, then become the boss yourself.]

I paused for a second. This time, I certainly wouldn't agree to maternity leave. Sending the boss to jail seemed like a pretty good option. I declined the iced coffee Leo offered, making no comment on his forced maternity leave demand. "Thank you, Mr. King. The doctor advised me not to drink coffee."

Leo gave an awkward smile, while Amber stood by, seething. "Manager Lee, this coffee was specially handmade for you by Mr. King. Don't be so ungrateful." Leo lowered his gaze, smirking, tacitly approving Amber's behavior. Just then, the comments popped up again.

[Go get her, quickly, that scheming bitch! Roast them!]

[Isn't that bitch trying to usurp the original wife?]

[Let that witch know the scumbag boss's wife is pregnant. That'll infuriate her.]

I leaned back in my chair, half-joking, "Assistant Amber is still young. In a couple of days, when you get pregnant, the doctor will tell you if you can drink iced coffee." Others might not know about the boss and his assistant's frequent office rendezvous, but I certainly did. It wouldn't be surprising if she ended up pregnant one day. It was just a pity for his long-suffering wife at home, toiling to give him a third child, a son to 'honor the ancestors.'

Amber's face turned green with rage. "Leo, fire her! Fire her now!"

I stared coldly at Leo, speaking unhurriedly, "Mr. King, your wife must be seven months pregnant by now, right? You'll be a dad of three soon. You must know what a pregnant woman can and cannot eat." I paused, "Right, Mr. King?"

Leo nodded, his face flushed with embarrassment. I turned to Amber, smirking. Amber’s eyes turned red with fury; she looked like she wanted to kill me. I let out a soft laugh, then pressed Leo further, raising my voice to ensure all my colleagues in the outer office could hear. "Mr. King, I'm an old-timer here, a loyal employee to the bone. No one knows my contributions over the years better than you." My voice sharpened. "I know you're considering my pregnancy and hard work, but are you really going to fire me just because I won't drink iced coffee? Using someone and then discarding them isn't your style, is it?"

Playing the moral card, holding someone to account—who couldn't do that? Outside, everyone was watching the drama unfold. Leo, losing face, could only bite his lip and scold Amber. This time, I wasn't forced out of the manager's office, though my approval authority was suspended. Leo also didn't bring up maternity leave again. I was happy to enjoy my newfound leisure, opening the blinds daily to bask in the sun and sipping plain water.

I followed the guidance of the comments, avoiding conflict and deliberately slacking off. I'm a person who finishes what I start, with efficiency. Even if I wasn't pursuing new business, I still wanted to complete any unfinished tasks for my clients to give them a satisfactory conclusion. My position in the company was now awkward. Many colleagues, accustomed to sucking up, treated people differently based on their status. The water cooler in the office ran empty. I called the facilities team twice, but they ignored me. Left with no choice, I took my cup to the pantry for water, only to run into Amber.

"Well, well, well, the old-timer pregnant employee is different, alright. She's even coming to the pantry to sponge off company resources now." I had to admit, she was good at provoking me, trying to get a rise out of me. I clenched my cup tightly, glaring at her, truly wanting to smash my thermos into her face. But I knew this little schemer was deliberately trying to anger me. I took a deep breath, calming myself. I kept reminding myself that it wasn't time to go all out yet. Just endure a little longer.

A colleague nearby, Sarah, couldn't stand it and spoke up for me. "Assistant Amber, it's normal for Manager Lee to come out for water if her office dispenser is empty."

Amber looked haughty. "Who are you? Don't you want to work here anymore? She does nothing all day and expects others to change her water. Is she some kind of queen because she's pregnant? Should everyone bow down to her?"

The entire office fell silent. Everyone tried to make themselves scarce. The pantry faced Leo's office, and a furious Leo, with visible scratch marks on his face, was now standing behind the blinds, watching us. Amber, a fresh graduate, daring to strut around the company like she owned it, was clearly a result of Leo's implicit approval. Sarah’s face was grim. I narrowed my eyes, making a quiet decision.

Half an hour later, Leo came out to make an example of me, clearly siding with Amber.