My Assistant Interrupted A $200 Million Dinner — And Handed Me Three Daughters
Part 2
The morning sun broke through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, casting long shadows across the pristine marble floors.
I had barely slept, spending the night researching family lawyers and custody laws.
A soft rustle from the hallway pulled me from my legal pads.
Sarah stood there in my oversized t-shirt, clutching a faded teddy bear.
“We usually have cereal for breakfast,” she announced quietly.
A quick survey of my kitchen revealed nothing but expensive coffee beans and sparkling water.
I immediately ordered a massive spread from the best diner in the city.
I stood frozen by the doorway, watching them eat pancakes at my formal dining table.
My phone hadn’t stopped buzzing since I abruptly left the Zenith Room.
My board of directors slammed their fists on their mahogany tables.
The London investors were threatening to pull the acquisition entirely.
I ignored the calls, focusing instead on learning how to French braid Rachel’s hair through a tutorial video.
The quiet lasted exactly two days before shattering.
I had just dropped the girls off at their elementary school when Nancy called.
“The press got wind of the custody filing.”
Her breathing was shallow and uneven over the phone.
“Brenda gave an exclusive interview painting you as an absentee billionaire who abandoned her sister.”
I gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white.
Before I could even formulate a PR strategy, a second call came in.
It was the school principal.
“Mr. Mitchell, there’s been an incident with Emily.”
I broke three traffic laws getting back to the campus.
Emily was sitting in the counselor’s office, her face buried in her knees.
Her family tree project lay torn on the table.
Another student had teased her, repeating exactly what their parents had read in Brenda’s interview.
They told her I was only pretending to be her dad for a publicity stunt.
I dropped to my knees beside her chair.
“I am never leaving you,” I promised, pulling her into a tight hug.
The door clicked open, revealing my board chairman, Brian, flanked by two corporate lawyers.
They had tracked my phone.
“Craig, this circus is tanking our stock.”
Brian’s voice was ice cold.
“You need to step away from this mess and return to the office, or we’ll invoke the succession clause.”
They were asking me to choose between the company I built from nothing and the daughters I had just found.
Emily’s small hand tightened its grip on my shirt collar.
But as I stood in the school hallway, holding my daughter’s hand while the board demanded my return, I had to ask myself—could I really walk away from the empire I’d spent my entire life building?
Part 3
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