Your plan to get me back

Brandon couldn't stop thinking about what Mia told him. He couldn't believe he has a daughter.

The door to his office opened, and Beatrice walked in with Trisha. 

"Good morning Mr Emerson" Beatrice greeted him and sat down.

He was too speechless to say a word, his gaze was fixed on the little girl whom was eating some chips. 

He didn't move his gaze away from her, he couldn't believe the little pretty girl was his child. His first fruit. 

Beatrice noticed that he was staring at Trisha. She understood everything. She knew Mia must have told Brandon about everything. 

Either way, she was ready to fight for her daughter.

Trisha lifted her head up, only to find him staring at her.

"What is it!" She snapped at him.

Beatrice almost chuckled.

"Beatrice, I want to talk to you in private" Said Brandon. 

"I can't leave my baby girl. Say what you want to say, I still have an appointment later"