The following morning, she arrived at my workplace alongside an attorney. The pair did not bother scheduling a meeting; they simply marched straight past the lobby as if they controlled the building. My staff messaged me from the entrance area before I could even lift my head from my computer screen.
“A lady called Miranda and a fellow wearing a tie are present to speak with you. It is highly pressing, supposedly.”
I got to my feet, inhaled deeply, and fastened my coat. I felt zero anxiety, not this time. I felt exhausted. Plus I was utterly finished allowing her to attempt to change my life story.
As I stepped into the meeting space, Miranda spun around, beaming as if she intended to sell me a product.
“I wish to converse with Gavin in private,” she demanded of my secretary.
I looked briefly at her legal counsel, a middle-aged fellow sporting flawless smiles, a pricey dark outfit, and the smug look of a professional who charges top dollar to act superior to everyone else.
“If you bring an attorney, then I am bringing mine,” I stated flatly, waving for Ingrid to enter the room.
I took a chair opposite their side. Ingrid claimed the spot on my left side. She did not require any spoken words. Her mere attendance sent a powerful message.
“I am the woman who birthed you,” Miranda proclaimed, spreading her hands wide as though we might hug. “That detail must mean a little bit, Gavin.”
“It means nothing,” I replied. “I have harbored curiosity regarding you throughout my whole existence, Miranda. I held countless wonders. I possessed numerous fantasies concerning you arriving at our porch, desperate to greet me. Yet during a single encounter, you proved how toxic your nature is. You were prepared to drag me apart from the sole father I recognize. For what reason? To secure a piece of my business?”
