playing, so I suggest ya do what ya promised, and do it now. Just a little information; that’s all I'm asking for,” he finished, trying to sound reasonable, and failing.
“You listen to me ,” Kally answered him hotly. “Don’t you dare call my home and threaten me. If you call here again, I’ll be the one calling the police. I’m sure I can interest them in your phone records. I’ve had enough of you, and I’m not digging up dirt on anyone. One more thing, while I have your attention: stop having people follow me. I will not be intimidated by a couple of thugs on the subway.”
“Why would I have people following you?” Don replied, sounding genuinely confused. “Think about it, Kally. I don't need to know where you're going and what you're doing, I just need answers to a few questions. Why would I waste my cash hiring a goon to follow you around? I don’t know who does have people following you, but it certainly isn’t me. Maybe you better talk to your friend, Stratos. Ask him a few ques…”
Kally hung up, suddenly angry that it was nearly impossible to slam a smartphone without breaking it. She was almost certain that Don was lying, but she made a note to mention it to Alexandros when she saw him. She couldn’t dismiss the possibility that he was the one who was having her followed; he was the only other person she knew with both the resources and a possible motive for keeping an eye on her.
A sudden wave of nausea shot through Kally's body, and she had to master the desire to throw up. These little side effects were getting old fast, and she was sure her workload wasn’t helping. In the back of her mind, like that snake from The Jungle Book, was a soothing voice trying to convince her to go to sleep. She had to fight to ignore it, for the sake of her baby.
Pregnant! she suddenly remembered. There was a baby growing inside her; there had been for over a month now. She didn’t think she could afford to let Don keep stressing her out. She already had to tell a billionaire he was going to be a father.
“That’s pressure enough for anyone,” she murmured, trying to return to her work. Tomorrow was going to be a huge day, and she didn’t want to have to worry about anything else.
ELEVEN
On the subway the next morning, Kally saw a woman who, according to the conversation she overheard, was eight months pregnant. The woman seemed to glow, but she moved carefully, gingerly almost. Kally had, of course, seen pregnant women on the subway before, but now she was curious. She was on the cusp of striking up a conversation when the woman saw her stop and eased herself off the train. The last thing Kally heard her say was some comment about being “as big as a house”, and she wondered what it would feel like in a few months when she was that size.
She arrived at the offices of Stratos Holdings Inc. to find everyone in a whirl of activity. Clearly, they were preparing for something big – the charity launch – and Kally remembered Beth telling her she had heard about it on television.
Beth! Kally suddenly thought, horrified. She hadn’t yet told her best friend that she was pregnant. Kally had been there for Beth's delivery, but Beth wasn't even aware that Kally had a child on the way. She realized with a twinge of her stomach that she hadn’t told Beth a lot of things, and Kally tried not to think of how she was going to feel when she found out. Telling Alexandros about the baby was enough to be thinking about, and she told herself to focus herself on that for the time being.
She moved through each layer of security with the ease of habit, before arriving at Alexandros’ office. But the handsome Greek was not sitting behind his desk, as Kally had expected. There was a string bean of a woman in his place, with a long, hawkish nose, and close-set, beady, eyes. Her skin was papery, and her face austere. The woman peered at Kally through a stylish pair of
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