Seated at the head of the table, Stephanie summarized the delicate situation that the man sitting to her left, Mr. Mauricio Corrales, was going through.
"The best thing for situations like this," said Stephanie, her hands crossed on the luxurious mahogany table, "is for you to sign the birth certificates of each of the three little ones. That would be the first step."
To Stephanie's surprise, Mauricio Corrales had not come alone to the meeting, but had brought a man whom he introduced as his lawyer.
"I understand that," said Mauricio, "but I can't acknowledge children who are not mine because I have no proof that they are."
Stephanie's gaze briefly met that of Mauricio's lawyer, a middle-aged man with a sharp face and the eyes of a fox. The young assistant realized at that moment that
