Description : Boardroom Baby Surprise
SEATED in the tastefully decorated reception area at Windy City Industries, Morgan Stevens gripped the upholstered arm of the chair and panted as discreetly as she could.
Breathe, she coached herself. In…out…and again.
The jagged edge of the contraction was just beginning to wear off when the secretary returned through one of a trio of doors on the opposite wall.
The name on the woman’s desk plate was Britney. It suited her to a T. She was young, attractive, model-slender and crisply fashionable in a fitted black suit, bold-print silk blouse and a pair of killer heels. Inparison, Morgan felt decidedly dowdy in her pastel-colored maternity tent and thefortable flat sandals that were the only shoes that would amodate her swollen feet.
“I’m sorry, but Mr. Caliborn is busy and can’t see you,” Britney said, working up a smile that looked about as sincere as a shark’s. “Might I suggest you make an appointment beforeing by next time?”
Why? So he could be conveniently gone when she got there? No way. Morgan had been trying to reach Bryan Caliborn for months. She laid a hand on her protruding midsection. Nearly nine of them. The only correspondence she’d had in return, if it could be called such, was a letter from his legal counsel advising her that Mr. Caliborn disputed her allegation of paternity. In fact, he disputed knowing her. He considered her claims nothing less than extortion, and he would sue for damages if she continued to make them.
More than hurt and insulted by his...