Author: Sparkling-Diva
Rating: PG-13 (possibly more later)
Genre: Drama/Romance
Feedback: Yes! Please! But be nice!
Summary: Vincent Gray, now 33, is at a depressing stage of his life. When he meets a young girl, his life will change forever.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the show Judging Amy whatsoever and in no way am I affiliated with it.
Author's Note: The moment of truth…
Chapter 64
"I don't care what Petterman say. I need that contract and by tomorrow," said a man turned away from Vincent looking out at a window as Vincent opened the door and walked into his office.
The man turned around to reveal a much older man with thin wrinkles and a pair of worn out glasses. He soon noticed Vincent, and spoke into the phone, "I have company. Send me that document in an hour or I swear that you'll be sorry."
Vincent looked in shock at the man as he practically slammed down his phone.
"Business," the man tried to say more cheeringly.
"Yeah," Vincent started looking down.
What was he doing here, anyways?
"Look, I don't have much time. I have a meeting in about 15 minutes so if you have to say something, say it. My secretary said you wanted to speak with me."
"Yes. I-."
"What is your name young man?"
"Vincent Gray, sir."
"Vincent Gray…have I heard your name before?"
"I'm, ummm…I'm a writer."
"A writer. That must be it. Hmph. A hell of a job too. Wonder how you managed to get into that…" he began to mumble.
"Look, I came here to talk to you about something," Vincent said, "Something very important."
"Well, take a seat," Mr. Mitchell said showing him to a chair.
Vincent took a deep breath ad said, "I'm here to talk to you about your daughter."
"I don't have a daughter," Mr. Mitchell said in a very cold and stern voice that nearly sent shiver through Vincent's bones.
"What?" Vincent said shocked.
"I don't have a daughter."
"But, you must. Laura Mitchell? Ring a bell?" Vincent asked sarcastically in disbelief at how the man before him was handling the situation.
"If this is what you're going to discuss, you're wasting your time so leave," Mr. Mitchell said looking away and gathering some notebooks.
"I know you have a daughter and her name is Laura."
"Son, how dare you interrupt me and go into intruding my private life?"
"So, you do."
"Look, Laura. I couldn't care the least bit about her. Now go away."
Vincent stared in disbelief. This was her own father speaking about her and in such an awful form. He just couldn't hold back his anger not even if he tried.
"Laura is your daughter…" Vincent choked in pain.
"Was my daughter."
"She still is and always will be," Vincent said.
"Please, I told that girl she was a nobody and she always will be. Dreams of famous and the arts…please! Where the hell is she anyways? I never hear of her? She didn't make it."
Vincent stared in shock. How could this man say this?
"You're her father! You should be concerned! How could you possibly talk about her in that way?"
"If you only knew."
"I am her friend and right now she needs family. She needs you. Why can't you just bare to listen?"
"Because I don't care!"
Vincent had had enough.
"Did you know that within the past few years, she's graduated at the top of her class and in the arts."
"Doesn't effect me."
"She was also hurt and got pregnant!"
"So," Mr. Mitchell said sitting in his leather chair.
"SO!" Vincent said, "Her baby died. He had a fatal heart. She was depressed, heartbroken, hardly had anyone…"
"I'm going to be late for my meeting," Mr. Mitchell said getting his stuff together and ready to leave.
Vincent wasn't going to leave him off the hook, "What kind of father are you?"
"I'm not."
"You are. I don't know what happened between you two in the past but this has got to stop. She needs you."
"Look, I'm going to have call security," Mr. Mitchell said heading to the phone.
"How can you be like this?"
"Look, Mr. Gray. Laura is dead to me. She has been for at least the last 14 years. I couldn't care less about her or whatever she has gotten herself into. So leave me alone.""
"You are a sick man. And…" Vincent said.
"And what? Are you in love with her or something?" Mr. Mitchell joked with a snort.
"Maybe I am," Vincent said feeling his eyes sting of tears of hate which is something he hardly heard before. He turned to leave but then turned back to Mr., Mitchell. "And another thing, you may not choose to be there for her but I will. And I'll fight for her to the end."
Then he slammed the door and marched out of the building.