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here !”
Amy said.
    “ Okay…I
got that. How do you even know?”
    “ I
was having lunch with my dad at Nobu and he told me about it. He said
he ran into Bjorn at the country club; they discussed golf and stock
prices and surprise surprise. Me! Apparently I’m suddenly
interesting to Bjorn. Hmm, I wonder why. Could it be because of who
I’m friends with?”
    “ But…I
didn’t tell him about you,”, Samara protested.
    “ Oh
yeah coz a guy like Bjorn doesn’t have the resources to check
up on you? You think you were going to tell him you’re having
his baby and he wouldn’t do a background check on you?”
    Samara shrugged, “I
didn’t…really think. Not about any of this I guess.”
    “ Yep.
You sure didn’t,” Amy said.
    “ Hey!”
    “ What?
I’m just being real…telling it like it is. Don’t
hate the player, hate the game.”
    Samara snorted in
derision, “Whatever girl. Do you think he’s here for me?”
    The last part was
said quietly, like she didn’t even want to put that out there
in the universe in case it wasn’t true.
    “ I
think he’s definitely going to deal with you and your
situation. That’s what these rich types do. They deal with
stuff. Usually not personally but I guess…”
    “ I
like the way you say ‘these rich types’ like you aren’t
one of them.”
    “ Hey,
you asked me a question I gave you an answer. Now what are you going
to do with it?”
    The next day she
opened her door to find a process server requesting her presence for
a paternity test.
    *****
    Alison was against
playing along, but she agreed to come along, just so ‘this
Bjorn guy’ as she called him didn’t think that Samara was
completely alone, with no one to defend her.
    An unfamiliar white
gentleman was waiting for them. He introduced himself as Kennedy
Demerle, Bjorn’s lawyer and he was here to see that everything
was done on the up and up. He inquired if Samara had a lawyer of her
own.
    She
answered in the negative and looked away as the lawyer’s
expression made her feel like quite the fool. She wanted to ask him
where Bjorn was and why he hadn’t just asked her to do the test instead of making it seem like some sort of
criminal endeavor. Instead she led the way into the clinic, walking
ahead of her sister and the lawyer. She wondered where Bjorn’s
DNA was supposed to come from but when the doctor asked for it,
Demerle had it ready in form of a piece of hair.
    *****
    Bel Air DNA
Diagnostic Center
    Eyeing
the papers, he didn’t want to look but he felt himself bend
down to pick them up anyways. Snorting as he skimmed over the intro
and moved to the next page. Numbers etched into three different
columns, having no clue what they meant but on top of the columns
read. Mother, Child and Alleged father.
    Some
of the numbers matched up between the child and father columns which
began to panic him. He chewed on his bottom lip still standing in the
empty dust and cigarette smelling room. Finally getting to the bottom
it wrote out.
    The alleged
father, Bjorn Fredriksen is not excluded as the Biological father of
the child above. The probability of paternity is resulted in 99.999%.
    Bjorn called Demerle
to let him know he was ready to begin the process of obtaining
custody.
    *****
    “ We
filed a motion to serve notice by publication three weeks ago, after
Mr. Fredriksen learned of the news,” Kennedy Demerle said as
she stepped away from Judge Rees’s bench. It was hard to
remember that she was half blind, sometimes, because she moved around
the courtroom like she owned it. Samara admired that. Not that she
would ever admit it aloud—Demerle was also a bit of a toolbox,
sometimes—but she wished a little that, if she ever lost her
vision, she’d keep her moved like Jagger.
    She considers
mentioning that to Alison, but Alison was sitting all straight-backed
and nervous next to her, no sign of levity anywhere on her face.
    Okay then.
    “ Since
that time,” Demerle continued, his hands resting