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"You're fired, Taehyung."

I stare at my boss Mark for a solid minute. I cannot have heard him right. He's sitting there watching me, waiting for a reaction. "Sorry?" I ask, after a long, deafening silence.

He reaches across the table to pat my hand. "It's nothing personal. It's just, you know, you've been gone for so long…"

"I had maternity leave!" I shove my chair back, leaping to my feet. "I am taking care of two newborns. Twins! I'm doing it all by myself –"

"Well, that was your choice," he points out.

I ball up my fists at my sides, couldn't help my angry pheromones to escape me. "How is that any different from Somi? Yoo Jang, or Baekhyun?"

I list every omega parent in this office with kids of their own. Somi took an extra month of maternity leave last year after a complication with her pregnancy led to an emergency C-section. Baekhyun works from home Mondays and Fridays to have extra time with his three kids after his good-for-nothing husband walked out on him.

What's different about me?

"You chose to bring those kids into the world without a father," Mark replies.

I am gaping with disbelief at him, full-on open-mouthed bafflement at this stupid excuse for an alpha. I've worked here for five years, slaving away as this asshole's secretary.

Never once did I complain, not when he called me for last-minute travel emergencies in the middle of the night on a Saturday, not when he asked me to bring him coffee every morning like I'm a freaking temp, not even when he got a little too handsy at the office Christmas party last year. Because the rest of the time, he was a decent guy to work for.

So I thought.

"So let me clear this up. You're firing me because I took my legally allowed maternity leave," I say.

He frowns. There's the keyword, fvcker. Legally allowed. Yeah, that's right.

But then he shakes his head. "Of course not, Taehyung. We would never do that. But you asked me if you could take an extra month, remember? And then you came back and asked for another couple of days, and you were late two days last week, your first week back on the job…"

"You said it would be fine! I told you the twins needed to go to the doctor for follow-ups those mornings. You said you were flexible!"

"There's flexible and then there's bending over backwards and letting someone walk all over you. I'm sorry, Taehyung. Please have your desk cleared out by the end of the day."

"Not a fvcking problem," I practically snarl at him.

I'm too fvcking pissed at this point. I don't think about how I need him for a recommendation, or how it would look on my resume if I apply to a new place and they call him to ask about my standing when I left. I don't think about anything practical like that.

I storm out of his office, straight to my desk, and shove everything on top of the desk onto the floor. My calendar, my meticulously organized notes, the stack of travel documents I prepared for him, staying late all last week to be sure I caught up on everything I'd missed while I was gone… I shove it all onto the floor.

Everyone in the room could smell how angry I was at my boss, in my current situation.

That asshole!

The only things I bother to grab from the desktop are my photos – one of my dad, may he look down on me from heaven now and grant me the courage to deal with this fvcking bastard of a boss, and one of my twins. My whole world. It's a recent photo, just four and a half months old, of the day they were born. It's just us in the photo, my arms wrapped tight around them both.

Haru and Areum, my perfect bundles of joy.

The only thing left making me happy now.

The ones I did all of this for.

I tuck those two picture frames under my arms and storm out, making sure to step right on top of the mess of papers I've strewn around the place.

"What's happening?" Yoo Jang stands up at her desk, at the front of the office. She's the general office secretary, but more like the mother hen. Always taking care of us, making sure we have everything we need, plenty of desk supplies and tea if we're feeling down.

"Mark fired me," I say, louder than I intended. Half the office glances over in my direction – it's an open plan, so there aren't many secrets around here.

But who cares? Good. Let them know what an asshole that alpha is.

"Oh my god." Yoo Jang is at my side in a second, taking my shoulders, pulling me into a hug.

Behind me, I hear Mark's office door open. He sticks his head out, sizes up the glares in the room.

"If you need anything, Taehyung, please let me know," he calls out. Saving face in front of the other workers.

Yeah, whatever, asshole.

I ignore him and I hug Yoo Jang back. She pats my back gently. "It'll be okay," she murmurs in my ear. "I'll make sure he gives you the best recommendation ever. We'll find you something else."

My throat is starting to close up. I can't face the idea of not having this job. This steady paycheck. The whole reason I decided, after months and years of deliberating, that I could handle having a baby.

I hadn't planned on two – but they're my miracle babies. My everything.

What the hell am I going to do now?