Jack sat in his office looking around. He got up and walked to the door, opened it, and looked out. No one. Thanks god. Jack went and sat in his chair and poured himself a scotch when his phone rang. "argh" jack said looking at his phone "jack meadows, Sunhill" on the other line replied a posh women voice "it me, Donna Nixon, I need to talk to you about Samantha" jack went pail "hum" he cleared his voice "yes", "jack, Sam is your daughter, I was wrong when we had that affair and I fell pregnant I thought I wasn't but I was looking at dates and she is" jack hung up.