Are You Sure He’s Daddy?

Andrea had only agreed to pass along the message because the woman didn’t look like the usual half-crazed stalker type who wanted to meet Mr McCarthy and then propose marriage. On the contrary, Miss Connelly was rather courteous and easy to talk to. She didn’t make a scene when her request was denied and just sat in the lobby quietly. She was very slim. Her skin was pale to the point of being almost translucent. In her knee-length white dress, she looked so delicate and helpless. Andrea took pity on her and volunteered to pass on her request to the president. Now she was starting to regret that decision. Austyn pushed back his chair and stood up. ‘Where is she?’ His voice was raspy. The meeting had been a tense one. Austyn locked horns with the regulators over the M Group’s plan to push for decentralised energy. He and the officials didn’t see eye to eye on the issue, and neither was able to persuade the other side to come round. He had talked for hours and not had a drop of water in t