Regina
The video call was scheduled for 10:00 AM. I had spent an hour trying to make myself look like the "Old Regina"—the one who didn't have swollen ankles and a high-risk diagnosis. I wore a structured blazer over my maternity top and angled the camera to show only my face and the professional bookshelves behind me. As long as they didn’t look closely and realize the books on the shelf were veterinary manuals and farm books.
On the screen, the three executive directors of Triton Publishing looked like a panel of judges.
"We saw the Modern Woman piece, Regina," Abigail Stimson started. She didn't offer a smile. "It’s... quite a bit of publicity."
"Thank you, Abigail. It’s been great for the department’s visibility," I said, keeping my voice steady despite the way the baby was current
