“We’re going to need a DNA test.”
“Oh my God,” Andrea mutters, almost like she’s disappointed in me.
She grabs the letter from me and starts reading. I let her. I’m probably going to need as many people in on this as I can. I don’t know what the fuck to do.
“Come on,” I tell her, my tone a lot less boss-in-charge than before. I hate that. “I can’t just take this woman’s word for it. That’s downright irresponsible.”
Andrea gives me a look. “Thatwould be irresponsible? Look, it’s not like she’s trying to get your money or get you to marry her or something. She just wants you to take care of the baby.”
“Just?” I repeat. “Justtake care of a baby?”
“Yourbaby,” Andrea says.
“Allegedly,” I return.
“Really, your only options at this moment are to take her home or call child protective services,” Sara says.
Andrea looks at me. “I swear to God, Grayson, if you call CPS for this baby, I will quit.”
I believe her. It wouldn’t be the first time Andrea threatened to quit, but the last time she threatened, she actually did it, and it took me three weeks to convince her to come back. And a ten thousand dollar a year raise.
“So I’m just supposed to take her home?”
“Yes,” Andrea says.
“I don’t know what to do with a baby.”
Andrea props a hand on her hip. “You are thirty-three years old, a multimillionaire, graduatedsumma cum laudefrom business school at Columbia, and despite how you act much of the time, you’re not actually an asshole. You’ll figure it out.”
“I know the first thing I would do,” Sara says.
“What’s that?” I ask with a sigh.
I’m studying Evelyn. She’s looking at Sara again, frowning.
“I’d call my mom,” Sara says.
That’s actually the first thing anyone’s said that’s made sense since I walked out of the conference room.
CHAPTER2
Grayson
Three weeks later…
“Yes, so push that meeting back to Thursday,” I tell Andrea, absently pouring creamer into my lukewarm coffee. I have a headache from lack of sleep and notifications from the office are pinging repeatedly from my phone in my ear.
“Grayson,” Rose says from behind me.
I wave her off to acknowledge I hear her but to give me a minute.
Ping, ping, ping.
“Grayson, you can’t reschedule that call. You’ve rescheduled it twice already in the last two weeks. You know Brandon doesn’t like to be put off like that.”
“Grayson,” Rose repeats.
Ping, ping.
