The paternity test
Aidan went into the office and saw a man in his early thirties with a tailored black suit leaning on his seat rolling a pen in his fingers. This was Zac Miller, whom he came to meet with. His black hair was gelled and combed back meticulously. His dark black eyes, sharp and cold, painstakingly scrutinized the unknown visitor, trying to understand why this man sought his meeting.
Aidan mustered a smile and approached him, “Hello, Mr. Miller.”
But he just got a chilly look from him. There was no courtesy in Zac’s eyes.
Aidan's smile wore off right away. He felt as if Zac was looking at his soul. He was fidgety under his intense gaze. He looked down at the chair beside him and moved his eyes back to Zac as if he was asking his permission if he could sit on the
