The President’s Baby

‘Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!’ Kira pushed the door open and jumped out of the car before Austyn could change his mind. The light had turned green. The Hummer rolled forward slowly. Austyn watched Kira jog to the sidewalk with a spring in her step. She made it there safely. Austyn stepped on the gas. Kira arrived at the office with one minute to spare. She punched in, panting. Vanessa came to her as soon as she sat down. ‘Kira!’ ‘Oh, hi, Vanessa. Good morning.’ ‘I haven’t seen you for a few days. How’re you feeling? Paul said you were out sick.’ ‘I was, but I’m fine now. Thanks for asking.’ ‘Sure, sure.’ Vanessa leaned in and whispered. ‘So, who was the man?’ ‘What?’ Kira stared at her blankly. ‘I was at the bus stop when I saw you get out of a car. It was a big, black, expensive-looking car.’ Vanessa stroked her chin. ‘Now come to think of it, it looks like the president’s car.’ She narrowed her eyes. ‘Did I see you get out of Mr McCarthy’s car?’ Uh-oh. Kira had to think on her feet. She