Rodri's POV
“We just closed the deal, Sir.” Gina’s voice came from the other end of the call. “Our new clients are eager to meet you in person.”
“Fix them an appointment, and let me know when it is.” I ordered, with a hand resting on the sleek black wheel of my Ferrari.
“Yes, sir.” Gina said and the call ended.
I let out a slow breath, leaning deeper into the leather seat. I had been closing a lot of deals, even more than usual, gathering as much clientele as I could, because I needed to f*****g prove to my old man that giving my f*****g rights to Benson would be a gross mistake.
Child or no child.
Pregnancy or no f*****g pregnancy.
Sure, I would give him his grandchild. But any smart businessman would know never to depend on only one solution. Apart from giving the chairman a baby
