Page 21 of The Baby Twist
“We signed a contract with a major company promising them something we can’t deliver. When I proposed it, I thought we could. Now, multi-millions of dollars are at stake, and I have four days left to fix it, or else I’m screwed. I honestly don’t know what’s wrong, and neither does my team. We’ve been working on this for six months and thought we had it right. My father threatens me with consequences and puts more pressure on me.”
“Then I come along with my news, which adds even more pressure.”
“Yeah. I’m not going to lie to you.”
“I’m sorry, Lucas. I’m looking for a job today, and I promise I’ll be out of your hair soon.”
“I can give you money, Jenna. I want to give you money to help you out.”
“That’s sweet, but I won’t accept it. I don’t take handouts. That’s not why I told you about the baby.”
“It doesn’t matter. That’s my kid, and I’m responsible.”
I looked at him as a small smile crossed my lips. “Technically, yes, but to me, you’re not.”
“I have to get ready for work. We still need to discuss all of this,” he spoke as he walked out of the kitchen.
I felt for him. I really did. His eyes and face showed me that he was exhausted and mentally drained. After he showered and dressed, he said goodbye and left for the office. After a couple of rounds of morning sickness, I placed my hand on the knob of his office and opened the door. Stepping inside, I stared at the large whiteboard on the wall that was filled with coding andformulas. Making my way to his desk, I sat down, hit a key on the keyboard, and the lock screen appeared.
“Shit.”
Grabbing the notepad and pen on his desk, I stood before the whiteboard and studied his coding. My knee and the excruciating pain in my foot from kneeling on the scooter were starting to hurt, so I turned it around, sat down, and propped my leg up on the sofa. Two hours later, I’d finally found something that didn’t make sense to me. Scribbling formulas and codes on the notepad, I stared at it, and something finally clicked. A wide grin crossed my face as I scooted my way to the bedroom, got dressed, grabbed my purse, and took the elevator down to the lobby.
“Good afternoon, Miss Larson.” Russell smiled.
“Hi, Russell. Please, call me Jenna. Can you get me a cab?”
“Of course,” he spoke as he flagged one down.
“Where to, Miss?” he asked.
“This address, please.” I handed him one of Lucas’s business cards I found on his desk.
When the cab driver dropped me off at the building, I scooted inside and looked around.
“May I help you, Miss?” A burly security guard asked.
“I’m looking for Thorne Technology.” I handed him the business card.
“Fifteenth floor.”
“Thank you.” I smiled.
When I stepped off the elevator, I looked around at the hustle and bustle of people and was instantly stopped by another security guard who stood in front of me with his arms crossed. He was tall, overly muscular, and bald.
“Can I help you?” His voice was deep.
“I’m here to see Lucas Thorne.”
“Is he expecting you?”
“Um, no. But I have something I need to show him.”
“Sorry, Miss, not happening today. Mr. Thorne is very busy and doesn’t have time for random people who show up at his office.”
“I’m not a random person, buddy. I happen to live with him!” I got up in his face.
“Come on, lady. Enough is enough. Step back into the elevator and go home.”
