Page 68 of The Grumpy Billionaire Baby Daddy

“Any drinks?”

I shake my head. “Just water. Thank you.”

“Got it.”

He tosses me a bottle of water, and I pick up my tray, making my way to the available seat out left.

Stopping in my tracks, I turn to George.

“Do you know what happened to the Pet Shop folks? I’m looking for them.”

George presses his lips together, a sad smile on his face. “Ah, the McCalls. The bank shut their shop. They had trouble meeting up with the payment.”

“How long has it been shut for?”

“Barely a week, I think.”

I nod and make my way to my seat. Placing my food on the table, I look up again at the closed Pet Shop. There’s no way Fiona didn’t know her parents were losing their business. Why in the world didn’t she tell me? I resist the urge to run my hands through my already organized hair.

This means there’s not even a chance to see her again.

I take the foreclosure paper out of my pocket again, examining it closely, when an image on the paper catches my attention. My heart stops. Dame United Bank. That’s Davidson’s bank.

Davidson’s bank is responsible for the closure. I sit up. I might be able to find a way to change his mind about the closure. Even if he doesn’t sign a partnership deal with me, I’ll figure that out. But Fiona’s parents’ business can’t go down the drain just like that. It’s too much.

Taking out my phone, I dial Davidson’s number with my heart in my hands. He might ignore my call because he thinks I’m calling to tell him to reconsider the partnership deal. But this is more important.

It rings, and I hold my breath. He picks on the first ring.

I clear my throat, straightening up.

“Hello, Jason. How are you?”

Oh, he sounds pleasant. That’s good.

“Great, sir. There’s something I would like to discuss with you. It’s really important.”

There’s silence on the other end, apart from his breathing. There’s the voice of a young female in the background. It doesn’t sound like Eva. Right, that’s why he sounds pleasant. I grimace.

“Okay. Go ahead, I’m listening. But make it short.”

“Oh, no sir. Not over the phone. If you don’t mind, would it be okay if I dropped by your office?”

“I’m currently not at the office.”

Of course, you aren’t.

“When would you be available at the office? “

I would’ve suggested showing up at his house, but the last thing I want is to run into Eva.

“Mmmm, let’s make that Monday. Any time on Monday is fine.”

“Great. Thank you.”

When the call drops, I throw fries in my mouth.

I get to do something for her.

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