Disclaimor: I OWN NOTHING.
14 YEARS AGO (2010) . . .
"What are you doing? Get your bags and let's go! The cab has already been here for ten minutes!"
"I don't know if I can go through with this-"
"You've been rethinking and changing your mind for the past week girly. You've booked a plane which leaves in . . . forty-five minutes and I've rescheduled my whole day to take you there and settle in. You are doing this!"
"But it's not right! I should tell him, he deserves to know."
"You tell him, you're stuck with him."
"He's a great guy."
"He cheated on you and you saw it with your own eyes!"
"Maybe I misunderstood. I should ask him-"
"And what if it's true? What even makes you think he'd tell you if it was true? And don't throw me any of that 'because we're best friends that tell each other everything' crap."
Silence
"That's what I thought, now let's go!"
"Do you really think it's the best idea?"
"Raising a baby in a relationship that is clearly headed down hill? Hmmm let me think . . . I think it's easy to say that I think it's a bad idea. Now stop dilly dallying and let's go!"
"But putting a baby up for adoption with strangers-"
"How many times do I have to tell you: they aren't strangers and don't think of it as an adoption. It's more like charity!"
"'Charity'?"
"Yes 'charity'. You're giving to the less fortunate right? Good. Let's go because we are not missing this flight and I am most definitely spending another night with you."
"You didn't mind last night."
"It's called acting and by your account, I must have put on quite a show- so thank you. But now it is time to go and we have . . . a half hour to get to the airport, so let's make like your relationship and vanish! To Rhode Island!"
"To Rhode Island . . . I guess."
FAST FORWARD 14 years (2024) . . .
"Obviously there must be a mistake." The man folds his arms.
"Um . . . no?" I slowly answer. "I was given this address by the detective."
"Detective?" the infamous playboy asks in shock. "You hired a detective?"
"Yeah, see?" I reach into my knapsack on the marble floor and pull out the folded paper I was handed a few days ago. The playboy walks over from his position near his desk and takes the information. He reads it outloud.
"'Daniel Meade located at 6767 West End Ave., New York. Son of Bradford and Claire Meade. Job Title: Head of Meade Publications. Age-'" He nervously looks at me. "That's not important." He refolds the paper and pockets it. "Who is this detective?"
"Marshall."
"'Marshall'? Marshall what?"
"I don't know, he wouldn't say. My new friend Rory says that it might be because he was a marshall in the witness protection program and went rogue. So if he tells anyone his full name, the government will go after him and . . . you know." I use my finger and slice my neck. "If I were him, I'd keep my full name on the lowdown too."
"Uh-huh." He says in an unknown tone. "Listen Charlie-"
"Charity." I correct.
"Right," he swiftly accepts, clearly not caring. "I have a meeting in like now- so if you don't mind. . ." He heads toward the entrance of his office.
"No I don't mind Daniel- I can call you Daniel right?" I ask following the man to the door.
"Uh . . . sure." He uncomfortably agrees.
"Fantastic!" I smile proudly at the man as we reach the door.
"Sure, fantastic, wonderful!" he breathes in one breath, opening the door. "Nice meeting you Clairey."
"Now you know my name is Claire." Standing in the doorway was the well known Claire Meade- only my idol. A screech slips past my lips. "My, my, my." She laughs awkwardly. "Daniel who is this . . . eager young lady?"
"Only your biggest fan!" I answer for the man. "I can't believe you're my grandmother!"
"'Grandmother'?"
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