“Is this Miranda?” The voice was deep, steady, and slightly rough.
“Yes.”
“This is about the baby you found,” he said. “We need to meet. Today at four. Write this address down.”
I grabbed a pen and scribbled on the back of a receipt. When I saw the address, my breath caught. It was the same building where I cleaned offices every morning.
“Who is this?” I asked, my heart racing.
“Just come,” he said. “You’ll understand then.”
The line went dead.
Ruth frowned when I told her. “Be careful, Miranda. You don’t know who that is.”
“I know,” I said, glancing at the clock. “But… what if it’s someone connected to the baby?”
By four o’clock, I stood in the lobby. The security guard gave me a long look before picking up the phone.
“Top floor,” he finally said. “He’s expecting you.”
The elevator ride felt endless. When the doors opened, I stepped into a world of polished marble and quiet luxury.
A man sat behind a massive desk, silver hair gleaming beneath the lights. His eyes lifted toward mine.
“Sit,” he said.
