Teaser

  "Hello..." There was genuine sadness in her voice but I could not be too sure.  I reclined in the chair, my feet propped up while keeping a glare at my P.A. I did not understand why she thought I should be the one to handle it. What exactly did the woman say? The static noise of the telephone interrupted my train of thoughts and I remembered I was on a call.

"Sorry...Who is this?"

"I... It doesn't matter. Just come, He needs you."

Her incoherent sentences annoyed me but I probed further since I had not the slightest idea what she meant.

"I'm sorry, Who needs me?"

"Samuel, Your Son." The female voice retorted.

  Her answer amused me. This wasn't the first time I had gotten these types of calls but this had to be the most absurd. I had gotten the "I'm carrying your baby" and the "I have our tape" tropes but this, It was comedy gold.

  Combing my fingers through my hair, I told her point-blank. "Sorry Miss, You've got the wrong person. I use condoms and there is no way I would have a son that I didn't know existed. I brought the phone down, about to hit the red button when her pleading voice stopped me.

" I beg you, Nikolas Sica, Samuel needs your blood. He might die soon and I know you don't believe anything I am saying but you have to. Nikolas, you have a son who is dying right now at Petrina Memorial and the only thing that could save him is your blood. Don't let him die..." 

There was something in her voice. The desperation–Honesty. She could not be lying but how could I have a son?