He Chose a Secret “Male Heir” Over the Daughter I Was Delivering. I Was the Sole Trustee of His Two-Billion-Dollar Empire

He wanted absolution, sitting behind that glass, and some part of me even understood the wanting.

But absolution was his to seek elsewhere.

My job was the girl with paint on her fingers, and my job was to make certain that the first thing she ever felt from the world was not the cold of a man deciding whether she counted.

His hand slid down the glass, and the receiver dropped from his fingers to the little steel counter, and he folded forward over his own arms with his shoulders shaking.

I hung up my side, picked up my bag, and walked out through the long corridor without once looking back.