Brian
The fact that they were my best friends didn't interfere with my judgment in any way, and I was very satisfied with the work they performed in my company.
The two of them sat in the chairs facing my presidential desk and appeared quite comfortable, with a relaxed posture, as if they had no worries in the world, just waiting for what I had to tell them.
"I really admire the respect you guys show me," I said sarcastically. "I believe you're wishing to work for another company. Am I right?"
I rested my elbow on the table and propped my chin in my hand.
"I couldn't care less about this job at Reloading," Douglas spoke, being completely sincere. "Did you call us here just to show us your sympathy, or is there something else?"
Douglas was the heir to one of the country's largest fortunes, and money was not among his concerns. Despite that, he enjoyed working, and the fact that he didn't get along with his own parents led him to be in my company since he graduated from Computer Engineering College, instead of being in his family's automotive business.
"I called you here to communicate a decision I've made," I said, causing both of them to immediately sit up straight in their seats, abandoning their previous relaxed posture.
I believe my tone indicated the seriousness of the matter.
"Something related to the company?" Oliver was the first to speak up.
"About my personal life," I clarified.
"You don't have a personal life, Brian," Douglas pointed out very astutely. "Unless you're referring to Aunt Melanie."
Melanie was my aunt, my father's sister who had already passed away, but my best friends always treated her as if she were their real aunt, not just a loving way of addressing her. My aunt also embraced them and treated them as if they were her real nephews, just like me.
"I'm going to have a child," I went straight to the point.
"I didn't even know you were dating, and now you're already getting married?" Oliver questioned, furrowing his brow in his usual serious posture.
"I'm not dating anyone, and I have no intention of getting married," I said emphatically because that was the truth.
Many years ago, I was involved with a woman who showed me that the idea of true love is just an illusion and that people are driven by financial matters, always. Even those who lacked resources ended up being trapped in unsatisfying relationships just to have someone to share expenses with, as life became even more difficult when you had to bear all the costs alone.
I consider myself an intelligent person who didn't need to go through the same situation twice to learn the lesson. I would never involve myself in a relationship again because if, when I didn't have all the money I currently possess, I became a target for opportunistic individuals, it would be even worse now that I had the largest fortune in the United States.
"I'm going to teach you a very simple thing, my friend Brian," Douglas spoke up. "To have a child, you first need to find a woman, whether it's for dating, marriage, or just to have sex. Otherwise, it's not possible."
As he finished saying that, he burst into laughter, and I waited while he enjoyed himself at my expense.
"Just by looking at the expression on your face, I can already imagine how you plan to have a child without getting involved with any woman," Oliver pointed out, and I was certain that he really knew what was going on in my mind.
It was then that Douglas stopped joking and brought a serious expression to his face, furrowing his brow in visible displeasure.
"What do you mean?" he asked, probably also starting to deduce what was going on.
"That's exactly what you're thinking," I confirmed their thoughts. "I intend to hire a woman to carry my heir, and I hope to rely on my lawyer's assistance throughout the process."
"What exactly do you have in mind?" Oliver asked.
My friend's posture now reflected that of a professional, and he wanted to know the conditions I desired for this arrangement, as he would need to draft a contract that would protect me from any future issues.
I then explained the conditions I wanted him to include in the contract to be executed between the parties, ensuring that I would have full rights as a father and legal guardian of the child yet to be conceived.
I also requested that, in addition to drafting the contract, my friends take on the responsibility of finding a woman willing to carry my child but accepting that this would be her sole role in this story. After the child's birth, she would hand over the child to me and disappear forever, relinquishing any rights to the child she had carried.
Under no circumstances did I want the woman to be aware that she was entering into this contract with me, as she might end up spreading the story, even disclosing it to the media, seeking notoriety. I wanted this matter to remain exclusively between us.
"To recap: the woman will donate her eggs and carry the child for nine months, while you will only provide the semen. And yet, she will have no rights over the child," Douglas asked, appearing incredulous.
I was about to explain to him that this arrangement was entirely legal under American law when Oliver did exactly that, using legal terms.
"Still, I find it very unfair," Douglas voiced his opinion. "On top of drafting a contract that solely benefits you, Oliver will also have to find someone willing to take on this role?"
"This type of agreement is becoming increasingly prevalent in modern society, Douglas," Oliver emphasized. "I don't agree with the approach our friend has chosen, but I can understand his way of thinking."
"I cannot expose myself in any way," I made that point clear since Douglas was so bothered. "What do you think, Oliver?"
"Do you want me to answer as a lawyer or as a friend?"
"I look forward to both aspects of the matter," I promptly replied. Regardless of my friends' opinions, I would not be swayed by that idea under any circumstances. It was something that had been maturing in my mind for several months, but I needed to first resolve company matters, getting everything organized because I wanted to have time for my son when he was with me.
"Legally, you're not doing anything wrong. It's possible to do it as you wish," Oliver expressed his professional opinion.
"And what does my friend Oliver say?"
"I believe this is not the best way to bring a child into your life," he spoke and seemed sincere. "I would like my friend to have a family, and a child to come only to add to it."
BrianI thought about Oliver's own situation, and it was difficult to contain the expression of pity since he seemed to be the only one who couldn't perceive that his own wife, Martina, was a snake and didn't seem to love their daughter, little Eloá, at all.Douglas and I had tried to warn him about that fact, but he seemed enchanted by his wife, not realizing that she had a different demeanor in his presence than who she truly was.When she was in front of her husband, Martina spoke with a high-pitched and sweet voice, pretending to love her daughter. But we had already seen her without Oliver around, and she was extremely malicious, treating her daughter with genuine contempt.I didn't want to go through something similar, and I would not put myself at risk in any way. In addition to my own experience, I could still witness my friends."I greatly appreciate your honesty in your positions," I said."But you're going to do what you want and how you want," Douglas was right.They had b
BrianI agreed with her words and nodded my head. I had no sentimental intentions; I just didn't want any problems with my aunt. It would be purely a business arrangement, with a generous payment to the woman chosen by my lawyer to be the mother of my child. During the pregnancy, everything would be handled by intermediaries, and I wouldn't have any contact with the woman carrying my baby. But once I held my child in my arms, everything would change because it would be my family—just me, my aunt, and my little one. Until then, everything would be based on a contract.“ Alright, Aunt," I said in a conciliatory tone.“ And how is Eloá? - she finally decided to change the subject, which I internally appreciated.My aunt was very fond of Oliver's daughter, and her feelings were undoubtedly reciprocated, as little Eloá would be overjoyed whenever her father brought her to our apartment, which he did quite frequently.“ She's doing well," I said with a smile. "Oliver invited us to go to the
CharlotteI was paralyzed with fear, understanding what had just happened. I was in deep trouble!"But ma'am..." I still tried to argue."Get out!" she screamed. "Get out now! I want both of you out of my house! Leave!"Tears started pouring from my eyes uncontrollably! What would I do? Where would I go?"Mrs. Martina..." I spoke between sobs."Are you deaf, girl? I want you out of my house now, or I'll call someone to throw both of you out on the street.""Let us at least gather our belongings," Nicole requested in a low, almost inaudible voice.She had tears streaming down her face, but she was much more composed than I was. I was desperate."I'll send your rags through the driver," Martina remained firm."We need our documents, ma'am."Nicole was quite courageous because, if it were up to me, I would have just run away. The fear of what was to come was taking over my entire body. I didn't want to be thrown out onto the street."Then grab your things and get out now," she conceded.
OliverEloá was sitting on her bed, her swollen face covered in tears, as if she had been crying for a long time, while the lady stood by her side, now looking scared. "Yes, I'm Oliver Mackenzie," I said sternly. "And who are you?" "I'm the new nanny, hired by Mrs. Martina to take care of Eloá for tonight”"Please explain further," I requested, walking towards Eloá and picking her up, wiping her face and feeling slightly calmer. I imagined that something unexpected must have happened with the two girls who were taking care of my daughter, and that's why Martina hired a nanny to spend the night with Eloá. Although I was upset that the mother herself couldn't be available to stay with our daughter for just one night, I accepted the reality of the situation. "I don't have any further information, sir," the lady, who seemed to be around forty years old, spoke. "Alright then," I said. "I apologize for the way I treated you when I arrived. I simply wasn't aware that your presence was
CharlotteDespite my initial resistance to going to Nicole's house, I ended up accepting her offer to spend the night there, and I was warmly welcomed by everyone, which touched me deeply. Even Nicole's nieces and nephews ran to hug me when they saw me enter with their aunt, and that simple gesture from two children brought tears to my eyes.Nicole's bed was a double bed, as it had been donated by a neighbor who had moved to another country. For this reason, both of us were able to sleep quite comfortably.The next day, I woke up determined to seek out the nuns and explain my situation, to see if they could help me in any way, perhaps by finding me a new job where I could live, just like in the Mackenzie's house. However, Nicole didn't allow me to do so and insisted that I should accompany her to a job agency, where we could find some work, at least for one of us. And being as optimistic as only Nicole could be, she believed that both of us would leave there with job prospects.In the
CharlotteI still didn't know what could have happened to make Emily like that, but I was certain it must have been something very serious, and I told Nicole what I knew, which was nothing yet."And where is she now?""I believe she's taking care of the twins."Nicole sat thoughtfully in one of the chairs at the table, and I continued my task of preparing dinner. She must have been so overwhelmed with worry that she didn't even offer to help, something I wouldn't have accepted anyway since it was almost done, but it was part of her personality, always willing to help in any way she could."Emily!" Nicole jumped up from her chair when she saw her sister entering the kitchen. "What happened? Why were you crying?"Emily looked at us with such sadness that I turned off the stove and gave her my full attention because she surely had something to tell us that wasn't good at all."Thomas sold our house, and we're being evicted."I thought Nicole had fainted with how quickly she threw herself
BrianI thought about the young Charlotte and how perfectly she would meet all my requirements if it weren't for the fact that she was still so young and visibly innocent. It wouldn't be fair to her, and I believe that even Oliver wouldn't let me make such a mistake."I would like someone young, as it would be easier for the procedure to be successful in the first attempts," I began to list. "Physical characteristics identical to mine because I would like my child to have similar features to mine, making it more likely to happen."My father was American, and the woman who bore me was Greek, but I had all the traits of my father. I was white with dark eyes and thick black hair. Everyone always said that I was a spitting image of my father, something that pleased him greatly. I wanted my child to be born resembling me and not a woman I wouldn't even get to know, and the way to increase the chances of that happening was for the woman to have physical features similar to mine.The clauses
CharlotteI was very concerned about my new friends, whom I truly considered as the family I never had. I could say, without fear of being mistaken, that I already loved them all. The atmosphere that had settled in the once joyful house was something sad to witness.The children seemed to sense their mother's tension and were becoming quieter each day, which was worrisome because I had gotten used to seeing them always happy and mischievous together.Although Nicole had managed to find a temporary job, it paid very poorly. She worked eight hours with hardly any breaks at a fast-food restaurant, and what she earned was barely enough to cover the household expenses. I was also helping with what I earned.But it was impossible to gather enough money to avoid losing the house. Only in a distant dream could we come up with the necessary amount to buy the house back from the new owner, assuming he would even agree to sell it back to Emily for the amount he had already spent.The solution wo