New Life : A Second Chance

"Since when did I have a son?" Kyle asked Beatrice.

"You're asking me?" Beatrice said, raising an eyebrow, "She's the one who revealed it when she came."

Kyle quickly checked the CCTV and rewound it to the point where Samantha came. His eyebrows shot up, seeing how much she had changed in five years. No longer was the 'vampy' girl there. She was rather sophisticated and well-dressed.

His eyes narrowed as he stared at the little boy there.

"I've already placed her in the VIP waiting room and suppressed the news from getting out," Beatrice said, "And do not worry. Our receptionist, Ms. Analise, is exceptional and does not have loose lips."

"Got it," Kyle said, nodding, "Thanks Beatrice. I'll take it from here."

Kyle's mind was whirling.

Obviously, the boy was not his kid but the problem here was, what is the situation? Why did she say that the kid was? Did she truly believe that or was there something else?

It was really strange.

Was there another power play situation going on?

He wasn't worried about someone trying to oust him from the CEO position as it was quite secure. It wasn't overconfidence, but a fact. 

The board members were all his people - or rather, people who were open-minded and were loyal to him. Thus, issues such as him being gay or having a child out of wedlock wasn't a problem, even if it may cause a dent in his 'popularity'.

As if that ever mattered to him.

The board members weren't interested in his personal issues. They only cared about results. Results that he's been providing and what they're quite happy about. Which was why, even when he went to Country M and Kay was acting CEO, they didn't mind. 

After all, Smith Industries continued to thrive.

Luckily, this is Country Tz as well whereby the stockholders wouldn't just suddenly sell their shares (and cause the company to be in trouble) if they were unhappy with him. If the dividends were good, why would they be stupid enough to sell their shares? 

Actually, even if they did dump their shares, he'd just buy them all back using his numerous companies under MIB. 

So, Kyle didn't think Samantha was part of some devious plot to overthrow him. How much mud can she smear on him in order to cause a problem at Smith Industries?

She'd need quite a lot.

Thus, the question here was: what was her purpose for coming here now, with this boy?

Kyle got up and headed to the meeting room, thinking hard about the whole thing. This was certainly going to be a pain. She was troublesome then, and he hoped she was not going to be even worse right now.

Kyle really was not happy about this.

As he walked to the VIP waiting room, the people around were scattering away like mice. Even without having seen him, they knew he was near. All of them had learned early on that when their hearts beat fast or when they felt like danger was right around the corner - it meant that "he" was near.

Run.

Or look busy. No, not look busy. Actually BE busy. 

No one could fool their CEO and no one tried ever since that one time a poor employee had thought he was being clever. 

Their CEO doesn't just fire a person.

He annihilates them emotionally and psychologically before throwing away the empty carcass of a human being out the door.

His exploits were legendary and he hadn't even been in the position for long.

Right now, if this was a movie, they'd actually have those scary background music creeping up on them and some sort of wind blowing as he walked by.

People could only breathe normally once the silent typhoon passed by.

The security detail that saw Kyle come, started trembling despite their years of experience. There was just something about this CEO of theirs that made them feel on alert all the time. 

Right now, he didn't look happy and the pressure was stronger than normal.

However, the moment he came close and they touched the door handle to open the door, the pressure vanished.

"Samantha," Kyle said as the door opened.

His eyes swept the room quickly, taking note of the nervous boy that stood there, staring at him. He was clutching a magazine close to his chest while his eyes were wide open and didn't even blink.

Kyle's throat constricted.

It was obvious, from that look, that the boy truly believed him to be his father. The hope, the fear, and the intense longing was so clear to see. 

Just what on Earth had Samantha been feeding this little innocent one?!

"Kyle," Samantha said with a smile as she got up from the sofa.  

She gestured to the little boy and placed her hand on his back. She pushed him forward a bit and said clearly to Kyle, "This is our son, Kyle Jr."

Kyle groaned inwardly.

She even named him after him?!

The fact that the boy was named after what he used to call his d*ck when he was younger was rather disturbing though. 

Kyle Jr. didn't take a step, too nervous and scared to do so. He merely looked up at Kyle, his lips quivering and eyes still wide open. Unblinking. As if he was scared that if he did, Kyle would disappear.

Kyle felt rather conflicted. There was no way he would admit to this farce, but by doing so, he would be hurting the innocent one. Yet, did he have a choice?

No.

"Samantha," Kyle said, "I'm sorry, but he is not my son."

The boy looked utterly devastated.

Kyle turned to face him and said gently, "Please understand. If you're truly my son, I would not reject you. It's just impossible that you are."

"Nothing is impossible," Samantha said, taking out something in her bag and giving it to him.

Kyle frowned upon reading it.

A DNA report?!