"And he sent something here to you, sir." said his secretary.

"What is that?" he asked.

"That's it," he answered, then pointed to a crib with only a sleeping child.

Harold seemed to faint from so much nervousness.

"Whose child is that?" he asked in shock.

"That's what Rachelle sent you. And she said that baby is your child to her." his secretary replied.

"What? When was that?" he asked.

"The other day. I brought it to my house and gave it to my girlfriend for her to take care of while you are not around. That's why I called you." he responded.

Harold shook his head. Poor child, what...