My Baby's Daddy

“Nora?” “Yes, it’s me.” “You came to Flor?” “Yeah, on a business trip. I thought I would see you guys.” “That’s great. We’ve missed you too. We’d love to see you.” “Sure. I’ll come up with the time, and we’ll meet,” said Nora. She then hung up.

The person she talked to wasn’t some regular guy. They were from an underground organization in Flor. When Imogen was taking IT classes back in the day, she inadvertently got in touch with a hacker. They had been staying in touch for three years since then under the name of Nora. Eventually, she found out they were with the mafia. She should have cut off all ties with them, but she started getting some ideas, so instead of cutting off ties, she deepened the connection.

She showed off her skills and true self to these people and acted just like a bad girl. That made her quick friends with these people. Refusing to stay in her current hierarchy in society, Imogen tended to delve deeper into other parts of society to find a way up.

Back in the presidential suite, Shirley was lounging on the settee on the balcony, agonizing over a certain matter. She would be going to the ball later that night with Zacharias, and she knew Imogen would be there as well. She and Zacharias were going to be really close at the ball, so she wanted to tell Imogen about her relationship with Zacharias before that.

Shirley mused over her options, and eventually, she decided to meet Imogen. When she came back into the lounge, Zacharias was still on the couch, talking about work with Freddie. He realized she was going to leave the room, and he arched

nodded, giving his permission. He wouldn’t let her run around all she wanted. This was a chaotic place, after

room, and knocked on the door. Imogen stuck her head out of the room a while later. When she saw Shirley, she smiled happily. “I knew it was you, Shirley. Come in.” “How did you

a room with Mr. Flintstone, I envy you. You can stay close to him all day, every day. I wish I were in your place.” Shirley pursed her lips before

you like him too.” Imogen pulled her hair back. Bitterly, she said, “A commoner like