Page 73 of The Library on Plum Island
“I think he will,” Alex said confidently. “Can I get security to walk you to your car?”
Todd spluttered and looked at Alex with an ‘the audacity of Alex’look on his face.
“I hope things go well with Monica’s pregnancy and you find the real father,” Alex told Todd with a smug smile. “It’s important for a child to grow up with both parents if they are lucky enough to.”
As Alex pushed Todd out of his office, he called one of his security details over.
“I’m going to demand a paternity test,” Todd spluttered angrily.
“By all means,” Alex said. “But I suggest that you find out if Monica is really pregnant first because it would be really embarrassing for you a couple of months down the line if she’s not.”
“What the magazines say about you is true and what I’ve always known,” Todd said angrily. “You are the world’s most arrogant, self-serving jerk.”
“Everyone has a right to their own opinion,” Alex told him. “Will you please take Mr. Spiers to his car?” he asked one of the security guards.
The agent nodded and stepped aside, “After you, sir.”
“I can see myself out,” Todd spat. “I don’t need a babysitter.”
“It’s protocol at the moment, sir,” the agent told him.
Todd huffed and stormed out with the agent following him, and Alex breathed a sigh of relief, running a shaky hand through his hair. He was still reeling in disbelief. Monica’s actions to try and get back into Alex’s life were insane, and this latest stunt was a testament to that.
“What the freakin’ heck!” Alex muttered under his breath, giving himself a mental shake.
“Is everything okay, Mr. Blackwell?” Donna appeared beside him.
“All good, thanks, Donna,” Alex walked back into his office, remembering he’d left the glass doors open. “Could you get my father on the line, please?”
“Certainly.” Donna nodded and walked toward her desk.
As Alex went to sit down, his eyes widened when he saw that someone had entered his office in the short time he’d left it. He stood staring at the writing scribbled on his desk in permanent marker.
I warned you and the doctor about getting married. Your refusal to heed my warning will cost you both, and this time, you won’t be able to fix what’s about to break.
Alex’s desk phone bleeped, making him jump. He picked up the phone.
“I have your father on the line for you,” Donna told him.
“Thanks. Oh, and Donna, is there something that can make a permanent marker out of wood?” Alex asked her.
“I know nail varnish remover usually gets rid of Sharpie stains,” Donna told him. But I’m not sure it can be used on wood.”
“Can you find out, please?” Alex sighed. Donna clicked off the line.
“Alex?” Arthur Blackwell’s voice echoed down the line. “How did the meeting go? What did Todd want? Does he know we’re reopening the investigation into that stunt accident?”
“He does now,” Alex said. “I told him.”
“Good,” Arthur muttered.
“But that’s not why he was here,” Alex told his father, running a hand through his hair.
“Oh, no.” Arthur’s voice dropped and filled with angry frustration. “Monica?”
“Yup.” Alex sighed. “I think it’s time we told the family the truth about her.”
“Are you sure?” Arthur asked.
