For the babies.”

Two hours later, I pushed through the glass revolving doors of the Whitmore Capital building on Park Avenue.

The lobby floor was polished gray granite, reflecting the tall marble pillars and the sleek brass desk where two security officers stood behind a central barrier.

I walked up to the visitor check-in desk holding a manila envelope with three court notices Daniel had prepared.

“I need to leave these notices for human resources,” I told the receptionist behind the curved glass counter.