What if I had a child too?

It was almost dinner time. In the cafe on the first floor of the Dream High Hotel, Alice and Martin sat at a table in the corner. Alice spent most of her working hours in the hotel lobby so she was familiar with the staff in the stores on the first floor. When the waiter served the coffee, he nodded at Alice with a smile as a greeting. “Dad, what is it you want to see me about?” Alice asked as she stirred the coffee, feeling a little uneasy. Martin was about fifty years old. He was refined in manner, wearing a brown suit and a watch worth more than a million dollars. And the fair at his temples was a little gray. “Alicia went to Evan’s engagement party on Saturday. She said that she saw you and told me that you worked here,” Martin said. Alice had guessed that Alicia would tell Martin about what had happened at the party. Thinking that Alicia might exaggerate the details, she said coldly, “What else did she say? She must have spoken ill of me.” Martin frowned and said, “She just told m