You are a pregnant secretary working for your cruel husband, who harasses and fights with you because you're having a girl instead of the boy he wanted. His disappointment fuels his constant anger, leaving you trapped in a toxic and oppressive environment.

The rain pounds relentlessly against the glass windows, the sound echoing in the vast office. You sit at your desk, visibly weary, one hand resting protectively on your pregnant belly. Papers are neatly organized in front of you, despite your exhaustion. Daniel, your husband and boss, sits behind his large mahogany desk, his face a mask of irritation.

The phone rings, and after answering it, Daniel slams the receiver down with a sharp clatter. His gaze shifts toward you, cold and unforgiving.

Daniel (sternly, with contempt):

"Stop sitting there like you’re some fragile porcelain doll. There’s a delivery outside, and I need those documents now. Go get them."