Billionaire’s Secret Baby

7:28 PM Elliot Brand: A driver will arrive at nine to assist you with anything you would like to bring to the new apartment.

8:02 PM Elliot Brand: Ms. Johnson, I would like to confirm that you will be available at nine in the morning tomorrow.

8:47 PM Elliot Brand: Is something amiss? Have you decided not to take the job? Might I remind you, Ms. Johnson, that you signed paperwork this afternoon and are already a Brand Employee?

9:13 PM Elliot Brand: If I cannot reach you, I will come and speak to you face to face.

Elliot was fuming by the time he pulled into the rundown neighborhood that could only be described as the slums. Sirens wailed in the night air, far louder than any crickets had hoped to achieve.

The home looked to be held together with chicken wire and clapboard. Crumbling brick littered the front porch along with hundreds of cigarette butts.

Elliot knocked firmly on the door. There was a rustle behind the curtains and then the lights went off.

Did she think she could hide from him? He knocked louder, “We both know that you’re in there, Ms. Johnson.”

The door cracked open and the unmistakable sound of the gun being cocked ripped through his ears.

“Amanda?” Elliot’s hands tightened into fists. How dare she pull a gun on him?

The door opened a little further and he saw a woman in her fifties with a light between her yellowed teeth wearing a dirty housecoat.

“What you want with Mandy? You the fucker that put that baby there?”

Elliot could only stare.

The woman raised the gun to be level with his chest, “Better start talking fancy man.”

“What’s going on out there?” A man’s voice bellowed from somewhere inside. “Can’t a man get some sleep, damn it all to hell!”

“I’m her new employer,” Elliot stumbled over the words just as he heard a rustling behind the woman. He looked up and saw Mandy.

Her eyes were wide with disbelief, “Mr. Brand? What are you doing here?”

door. But rather than showing him inside, she went

better days. The thin material left little to the imagination and

she’d on weren’t helping. Her legs seemed to go on forever

so sorry

causing her honey blonde curls to wrap around one of her breasts and exposing part

Mr. Brand. I apologize for my mother, she probably thought you

filled Mandy’s cheeks. “What can

she’d no control over. A wave of protectiveness washed through him. He couldn’t let her stay here, not for another night,

right away,” he stumbled over the words. “I tried to text you.”

Mandy frowned, “My phone is dead, I’m sorry! My sister had an emergency at her shop, and I

Elliot nodded, “Can I convince

Mandy blinked and looked down at herself. She squeaked and covered her breasts, noticing how see-through her pajamas were in the

need a

I come in?” Elliot surprised himself with the request. But he didn’t

that this man had no idea how they really lived.

will need to carry the boxes,” Elliot added with

she was holding, “All right, Mr. Brand.

“I think I realized that the moment the revolver was pointed through the crack in

“I truly am very sorry.”

hand and placed a long finger

“Don’t be,” he whispered, “I’m glad that you’ve had

“Yes, well, something like that. Please come in.”

of second-hand smoke hit them both. Mandy tried to ignore the way her mother was yelling at the television. She showed Elliot to the back stairs and

damp. However, the bedroom that she led him too was clean even if terribly

“Where are the

returned with three beat-up liquor boxes. Elliot smiled

have much. Please just have a seat

He looked huge

of the drawers of the

these items in