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?”

around her mother and unlatched the door. But rather than showing him inside, she went out onto

tank that had seen better days. The thin material left little to the imagination and he

weren’t helping. Her legs seemed to go on forever and even her baby bump was

so sorry for bothering

blonde curls to wrap around one

sorry, Mr. Brand. I apologize for my mother,

Mandy’s cheeks. “What can I

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 another night,

services right away,” he stumbled over the

frowned, “My phone is dead, I’m sorry! My sister had an emergency at her shop, and I stayed late to help. I

nodded, “Can I convince you to come

and looked down at herself. She squeaked and covered her breasts, noticing

a few minutes to pack.”

come in?” Elliot surprised himself with the request. But

this man had no idea how they really lived.

boxes,”

holding, “All right, Mr. Brand. But just a warning, we weren’t expecting company.”

realized that the moment the revolver was

mortified, “I truly am

a long finger

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

Mandy’s eyes skirted away from his, “Yes, well,

the way her mother was yelling at the television. She showed Elliot to the back stairs and then

of rot and was damp. However, the bedroom that she led him too was clean

voice was gruff, “Where are the boxes

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

She blushed, “I don’t have much. Please just have a seat on

He looked huge sitting on the edge of

As she opened one of the drawers of the dresser, Elliot stopped her.

items in a box if you want.”