A.N. Hey everyone! Told you the next chappy's would be coming right up. Hope you like.
Sorry, I've run out of quotes for now. ;-)
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Title: Finally
Chapter: Four
Author: Icess
"Okay, ladies and gentleman, I think that is enough for today. Please, stop by my office anytime if you have any questions." Andrew Gaines smiled warmly and closed his briefcase. He stood up and brushed his sandy blonde hair out of his emerald eyes. Whistling, he made his way out of the conference room and walked down the hall to his fairly large office. After unlocking the door, he walked in and closed it again, setting his briefcase down on the floor next to the black leather sofa. He stopped his merry tune when he saw that someone occupied the chair behind his desk. "Uh, may I help you?" He asked curiously.
Darien turned the chair around and looked at Andrew with murder in his eyes. Andrew stepped back and gulped, fearing Darien for the first time since they became friends in high school. "D-Darien… what… uh, what are you doing here?"
Darien smiled coldly and shook his head. "Oh, just thought that I'd stop by and see my best friend. I was at my beach house on the Cape and guess who I ran into there?" Andrew shrugged uncertainly. "My new secretary, Serena Randall. I gave her a couple weeks off for all that she has done for me. Did you know that she has a son? Sweetest little boy in the world, name is Conor. He's never met his dad." He remarked and Andrew backed up even more and smiled nervously.
"Really? That's terrible. Who would do that to their own son?"
Laughing without an ounce of humor, Darien stood up and advanced on Andrew. "Gee, I don't know. Maybe his father was too much of a chicken shit to face the fact that he got a girl pregnant. Maybe his father didn't want his image to suffer after the media found out about it." Darien came face to face with Andrew and pushed him up against the door. "Why didn't you at least send her some money, Drew? Didn't she deserve that at least? Didn't you ever wonder what he looked like?"
"Damn it Darien, I was fucking scared, okay? She told me and I didn't know what to do. So, like a dog with its tail between its legs, I ran away and never looked back. Of course I've wondered what he looks like! He's my kid for Christ sakes!" Andrew yelled, his voice going hoarse after the last sentence.
"So, if you cared so much… why didn't you try to find her?" Darien asked, not one to be swayed. "Wasn't she worth it?" Darien poked Andrew in the chest. "Didn't you care about her at all? Or did you… just want someone to keep you occupied because of your breakup with Rita?"
Andrew's eyes darkened for the first time. "Rita has nothing to do with this! So what, I got a woman pregnant, it happens every day. If she wanted money, she would have come to me." He said, positive that he was correct.
"Did it ever occur to you that she has too much pride to stoop so low as to do something like that? She's been jumping from job to job for the last three years Andrew. Just to support that little boy and keep him happy. And let me tell you, I don't think that I've ever seen a happier pair. Sure, they may not have tons of money, but who needs it? Conor idolizes Serena; she's never let him down, not once. Can you say the same for yourself?" Darien left the question hanging and walked out of the office, fed up with the man that he thought was his best friend.
Serena woke up to find the room completely dark. She then realized that Conor was no where to be seen but she could hear cartoons in the other room. 'Conor and his TV shows.' She sighed. Sitting up and wiping the sleep her eyes, she gazed around the room. Now that her eyes had adjusted to the dark, she saw a figure sitting in the corner. The midnight blue stare that looked back at her sent shivers up and down her spine. "Darien?" She whispered.
"It's me. Have a nice nap?" He asked, not sounding too happy.
"Yeah, I haven't slept like that in months. Uh, are you okay?" She asked, noticing that his voice was… menacing. She jumped up from the bed and quickly headed for the door. Before she got the chance to turn the knob, Darien had closed his arms around her waist and pinned her to the wall. (A.N. Nothing bad, he's just a little pissed off. ;-)
"Why didn't you call him? He would have wired money to you." He said gravely.
"I didn't want his help. I still don't. I got myself into this mess – a very beautiful mess – and I'm going to take care of it myself. Conor is healthy and happy. What child could ask for anything more?" She said, near tears.
"Sure he's healthy Serena. But he still needs a father. Until I came around, he'd never even known what a grandparent was. What happened with your parents? Why haven't they helped you?"
"Because they don't know." She said quietly. "They didn't want anything to do with me after I became pregnant." Darien let go of her rather abruptly and she slid down the wall. Her head in her hands, she decided that she and Conor would head up to Maine in the morning. And then, when they got back into the city, she would hand in her resignation. This job, working for Darien may be the best that she's ever had, but she couldn't take the fact that Darien was butting into her happy little life. "Darien, I want you to leave." She said, her voice strong.
"Why?" He turned to her after turning the light on, making her squint when she looked up at him.
"Because, I want you to leave. I want to spend time with my son." She said, standing up and opening the bedroom door.
"Fine, but you aren't getting rid of me that easily." He said and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
Written On: December 18, 2002
Revamped On: August 18, 2005