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?”

the door. But rather than showing him inside, she

better days. The thin material left little to

weren’t helping.

“I’m so sorry for

curls to wrap around one

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

“What can I do for you?”

Elliot couldn’t tear his eyes away from this beautiful woman that was apologizing for things that she’d no control over. A wave of protectiveness washed through him. He couldn’t let her stay here, not for

that I will need your services right away,” he stumbled over the words. “I

and I stayed late to help. I just got home a few minutes

convince you

her breasts, noticing how see-through her

need a few minutes to pack.”

request. But he didn’t want to

Mandy hedged knowing that this man had no idea how they really lived.

will need to carry the boxes,” Elliot

“All right, Mr. Brand. But just

think I realized that the moment the

mortified, “I truly am very

hand and placed a long finger against her bow lips.

whispered, “I’m glad that you’ve had someone to

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

Mandy tried to ignore the way her

basement smelled of rot and was damp. However, the bedroom that she

Elliot’s voice was gruff, “Where are the boxes that you can

and walked out of the room and returned with three beat-up liquor boxes. Elliot smiled at her, “What can I help you

Please just have a seat on

that she’d a chair to offer him. He looked huge sitting on the edge of her

As she opened one of the drawers of the dresser, Elliot

items in a box if you want.”