Callie POV

The small room was uncomfortably quiet even though there there were 6 people, including me and mom, sitting at the round table in the middle of the room.

For the time being, I was staring out the huge window that covered most of the wall opposite me, observing the people in the multistory building across the street. It looked like the floor at our level was some sort of office. I could see office cubicles and the people, who I saw walking pass, were dressed in business like outfits. Just like the people in this room.

At my right, mom was sitting stock-still. She was sat crossed leg. Her left was over her right, but her hands were clenched together, resting on her knee. Amy's eyes were averted to the oak conference table.

Our lawyer, who was sitting on my other side, was reading the document that stood open in front of her. The woman was holding her black pen between her thumb and index finger, but not in a way in which people write. She used the pen as a pointer, to help her follow the lines in the document. Her face held a serious facial expression. If fact, I had never seen her not serious. Maybe she had a more relaxed, carefree side, but not while at job.

At the end of the table sat a woman, who was here only to take the DNA sample from me. There was a medical kit in front of her that contained all of the necessary equipment. It looked heavy, though, it probably wasn't. The woman was in her late 20. Unlike the rest of us, she wasn't wearing anything fancy. Simple jeans and a blouse. 15 minutes ago she started to yawn. 10 minutes ago, because of the boredom, she started to play some game on her smart phone.

Opposite me sat two of Robert Quinn lawyers. Both of them were dressed in formal business attire, both had short, neat and conservative hairstyles. It looked like they were wearing what looked like to be Armani quality suites. The guy on the right had a gold Rolex watch. One of them even had a gold pen. They were both big shots, that much was sure. I had a feeling that they both earned more in a month than mom earned in a year. Working for a business man like Mr. Quinn certainly had some cons.

I raised my hand up and pulled slightly on my blouse collar. The air in the room was starting to get stuffy as the Sun was warming the room up significantly. My patience was running short. We have been sitting here for almost half an hour, waiting for a man, who was, most likely, never planning on showing up. This meeting seemed to be put on just for a show.

"Haven't we waited enough?" I asked expressing my dislike as I no longer wanted to be here, I have had enough "We all know he won't show. Can't we just get on with it?"

"Mr. Quinn instructed to wait till 10:30. If he won't show up till them, we can move forward," One of Mr. Quinn's pawns replied in a very formal manner

"Instructed?" I laughed at the word choice "I'm not going to play his stupid games any longer! I'm sick of it!" I snapped back

"Callie!" Amy reached over, placing her hand on top of mine, trying to keep me calm. Our lawyer gave me a stare, telling me to be polite.

"Mr. Quinn is in an important meeting. He can't leave a meeting in the midd-" the other guy tried to reason back

"No, screw him!" I pulled my hand from underneath moms "I'm not going to wait any longer for someone, who never planned on showing up! He set the date, he set the time, he wanted this stupid meeting in the first place, but somehow, he's the only one not here!"I announced loudly expressing my anger as I pushed my chair back and stood up "What do I need to do?" I turned to the young woman at the end of the

"Callie!" Mom warned me again

The young woman was looking at me with big eyes, surprised by the turn of the events "Oh, uh..." she put her phone down "All I need is a swab from you."

"Great!" I walked over to her and waited till she got the swab out from her kit

"Just swab the inside of your cheek," she gave me two swabs. Without wasting any more of my time, I took the swabs and did as the woman had instructed. I suppose the second swabs worked as a fail safe. If one swab got ruined or something is mixed up, at least there is another sample.

I handed the swabs back and glared at the lawyers "Happy now?" One of them nodded back, other just glared back at me, clearly unimpressed by my actions.

"Great, we all wasted almost 30 minutes of our lives just for a 5 second procedure," I retorted before turning on my heal "I'll be by the car!" I let mom know before I stormed out of the room

"You can't leave!" The one, who had glared at me unimpressed stated as I heard him stand up "Mr. Quinn specifically instructed-"

"Watch me!" I thought I heard mom sigh at my response. I'm sure she will be apologizing for my actions once I'm out and give me a lecture about my actions at home.

"Assholes!" I muttered to myself as I closed the doors shut. There was a small chance everyone heard me say it.

Looking at the hallway in front of me, I recalled in my head, which way was out, before I started to I was still upset and angry, I was stomping my feet louder than what I usually walked. Few of the people, who had walked pass me, received a glare from me without knowing what for. A woman had frowned her forehead, when she saw me glare, expressing her confusion, but a man, had looked around him, wondering if the stare was meant for him. Mainly I threw the glares around for the fact that they simply were working for this man. The glares and stomping my feet worked as an outlet for me.

By the time I had found my way back to the elevator, I realized why I had gotten so upset. While I had denied it, when mom had asked me earlier this morning, I had excepted to meet and see the person, who's the reason why I'm even alive. There had been so many questions I had wanted to ask him. He knew my mom, which means, he has stories about her, which I have never heard. I had wondered what his first words to me would be. I had come up with different answers to his possible questions to me. I had played out all kind of ways this meeting could have go, but because he was the one who set it up, I never thought about the outcomes where he simply doesn't show up. And now that he did in fact not shown up, all my hopes had been shattered, leaving me with even more questions than before this meeting and a new found hatred for this man.

When I first learned about him, I had hoped that he would be a good man. I have never wanted him to parent me, I don't need another parent; I simply wanted to know him, to get to know him. But after today, I got a feeling that he wasn't the best kind of person. I now thought of him as selfish, arrogant man, with too big of an ego, who thinks he's the center of the universe and who only cares about himself and no one else.

I pressed the elevator call button and looked up at the display. One of the elevators was two floors up, coming down, but the other was on the first floor. I walked to stand in front of the elevator that was coming down. My tilted my head down as I waited. My eyes averted at the floor. I shook my head lightly as I thought about Robert and how the meeting had gone. I can blame no one else but myself at how much it had affected me. I knew better than to get my hopes up.

While I was still deep in my thought, I heard the familiar ding song as the elevator stopped at my floor.

"-ask Fred to look at the car, when I get home," I heard the end of the conversation as the elevator doors started to open.

I raised my head up, before taking a step into it, but I didn't get to take a single step. Holding my breath, I stared back at the people. Heart inside my chest was beating like crazy.

There were three people inside the elevator. Two woman and a man.

The older woman, who had short blond hair, was was dressed in elegant and classy white suite. In her hand was a white Chanel purse. She was average height and was petite. Her right hand was wrapped around the mans arm.

The man was of average height and build, and he was clean shaved. He was wearing an expensive, black business suit with a red tie. Unlike the woman, who didn't seem much younger than him, he had gray hair.

The young girl, who was standing in front of both of the adults, looked like a mirror image of me, just two-three years younger than me and dressed more elegantly, like her mother.

The older woman's eyes instantly stopped on me. Her mouth parted, but nothing, not a sound came out. Her eyes grew big in shock. The woman kept looking at me like she saw a ghost. I started to feel uncomfortable because of the way she kept staring at me.

"You look just like me!" The young girl exclaimed, beaming at me. The girls mother, glanced over to her husband, with her eyes asking for an explanation. The man, who I recognized as the famous Robert Quinn, didn't look nearly as confused as his wife. More like someone, whose plan hasn't gone the way he had planned to. He clenches his jaw as he looked down.

The longer I look at the three people, who stood in front of me and their expressions, the more convinced I got that Robert hadn't told his family about me, the paternity test he had requested through his lawyer and the fact that Amy and I were coming here today. Maybe he was planning on keeping this - me - all a huge secret from everyone, especially his family. Maybe his lawyers had been the only two on his list of – need to know. Now I understood, why he had requested that we wait till 10:30 till we start the whole process. He needed me further away from the elevators, so that we don't run into one another. Recalling the conversation I had heard, I started to wonder, if maybe he had planned on coming to the meeting, but had to miss it, because his family had stopped by unexpectedly.

Anyway, there he was – standing right in front of me. I believe he recognized me. It was written in his eyes, his reaction.

No one has exited or entered the elevator, so the doors started to slowly close.

Until a hand got in front of the doors and stopped them from closing between us.