FORTY THREE

DEVON

It's still uncertain if the pregnancy is mine, and even if it is, it won't stop me from hating her. But at the very least, since she is possibly pregnant with my child, I thought that many things had to change. At least for the meantime.

I had a busy day with a client who had an import and export company in South Africa and was well-connected in the country. We had done business before, and he was reliable. But this time, it was a little difficult. I managed to expertly handle him. I wasn't called the most talented man in the Grey family for no reason.

In the whole of America, even without the backing and support of the Grey family, I can easily stand firmly in the top fifty most influential men in the country.

With the problem solved, I felt like I needed a break. Just when the thought crossed my mind, my phone rang. I looked at the screen and saw it was one of my best buddies, Michael.

"Where are you, Devon?" He asked.

"Nowhere," I replied nonchalantly.

"What do you mean by no