Kevin frowned, opening the folder as his arrogant, calm demeanor violently shattered, his skin turning a sickening, hollow shade of gray. “What… what is this? An immediate commercial loan recall? A total freeze on the logistics account?”
“The logistics startup you use to pretend you’re an executive is bankrolled entirely by a secondary credit line from my firm, Kevin,” I explained smoothly, my voice echoing clearly over the silent, terrified room. “I was out in the hallway at ten o’clock this morning. I heard you say the baby is your living image and that you don’t even need a DNA test. I heard you tell my sister that I have no idea, but to at least bring the money.”
“Julian, please! It’s not what you think!” Sierra shrieked, clutching the hospital sheets as her face contorted in absolute panic. “Kevin was just joking! We were stressed about the medical bills!”
