Chapter CHAPTER 3

He didn’t know what to do because Bea wasn’t here for him to yell some senses into her. He was so
mad at her he wanted to take it out on a punching bag. And that was exactly what he did.

He told Claire to cancel all his appointments for the day and he left. He got home, went to his room and
stripped down to his briefs pulling on a black pair of joggers he went to his gym downstairs and punch
the shit out of the punching bag as he let his thoughts run through his head, haywire.

He couldn’t do anything to change the past. What’s done was done. All he could do was look for his
daughter, by all means necessary.

He got on his phone half an hour later and dialled Tom who answered on the third ring.

"I need you to look for someone for me, Tom" He told him.

"Who?" Tom asked.

Ceaser sighed heavily rubbing a towel down his neck

"I don’t know." He said knowing how stupid he sounded at the moment.

Tom stayed silent on the other end of the line.

"Any detail about this person?" He asked.

"I'm the only family she has." Ceaser said as if that would help Tom find her.

"Okay. What do you know about this girl...or woman?" He asked clearly hopeless.

"Today's her birthday...and she's my daughter."

Silence



"Oh."

‘Oh’ was right.

X

The only reason Jules liked work less was because she had to leave Ivy in the children's department of
the building. She wanted Ivy to be with her all the time, but knew it wasn't going to happen. Jules
thought as she rode the elevator up with Ivy in her arms.

The elevator dinged open and she got out walking into the lobby of the children’s department.

“Hey you.” Sofi beamed from behind the desk as she saw Jules approaching her.

"Hey. Where's Andy?" Jules asked Sofi looking around for her other best friend.”

"With the other kids, inside. I don’t know how she never gets tired of their screams." She answered
getting up and going around the desk towards Jules "Hey cutie." She smiled down at Ivy in Jules’ arm.

Jules smiled at the look on Ivy’s face. It was the same one that she had when she saw Sofi and Andy.
She was looking at Sofi with a stoic look blinking frequently.

Sofi’s expression changed to a she's-so-adorable look as she reached for Ivy and adjusted her in her
arms. Ivy’s expression changed in seconds as Sofi began speaking baby language to Ivy which was
nothing but complete gibberish. But if it made Ivy smile, then who was she to stop the discussion.

Jules left Ivy with Sofi going inside the day-care in search of Andy.

Jules, Miranda and Sofia have been friends since Jules joined Freddie and Co. five years ago. They
had hit it off immediately and have been friends ever since. They knew about the adoption and
everything else just like she knew about Sofia’s family problems and Miranda’s relationship issues.



They were the ones who resurfaced her dream of adopting and promised to be there if she needed
their help and for that she was entirely grateful to them. They both were godmothers to Ivy and Jules
still couldn’t decide if that was the best or the worst decision she’s ever made. They spoiled her at
every turn, last week being an example when they bought so many birthday presents for Ivy. It was a
good thing they ran the day care. That was what made it easier for Jules to leave Ivy there knowing
that Andy and Sofi would be there with her Munchkin.

Sofia was a rebel in her family – at least that’s what her parents thought. They wanted her to be a part
of the family’s fashion empire but she wanted to find her own path and had ended up at Freddie and
Co. taking care of kids which she had grown to love. She had first applied for the job to have an income
while looking for another job because her parents had cut her off but now, she was just like Miranda
who loved kids more than she did people her age.

Miranda was from a simple middle-class family like her. She trusted people so easily which as a result
made her lose hope in humanity. She stuck to what she was best at – taking care of kids. She had
been in one relationship since they all became friends and Jules and Sofi knew the relationship was
toxic. Miranda just had a hard time letting go after she let someone in. Derek, her boyfriend was a jerk.
She knew it, they all knew it but Miranda didn’t want to let go of him because she was secretly hoping
he’d go back to the guy he was when she met him which from Sofi and Jules’ opinion was never going
to happen.

Jules spotted Andy with the other kids, she looked so happy. Andy - short for Miranda - loved children
but when she and Sofi brought up having some of hers, she freaked out.

"Jules" Andy called when she spotted Jules "Where’s the little princess?"

"With Sofi." She said and before Jules could utter another word, Andy left the kids with the other
nannies and went out into the lobby where Sofi and Ivy were. Jules shook her head and followed.



"Hi princess." Andy spoke to Ivy like a cartoon character. "It’s me, Andy."

Ivy smiled and murmured something like ‘candy.’

Miranda let out a screech.

“Close, but you can do better.” She said to Ivy.

“She’s one Andy, leave her alone.” Sofi said to Andy.

“You’re just jealous she got to say my name first.” Andy said.

“I’m pretty sure she said Candy.” Sofi and Andy bickered on.

Since Ivy started talking, they had both been trying to get her to say their names.

"Okay. I'm going to leave you guys and I'll see you during lunch break." Jules interrupted them kissing
Ivy on her temple "Bye pretty. Momma will see you later."

"Momma." Ivy cooed.

Jules left Ivy with her friends still bickering, Ivy glancing from one to another and back. She got into the
elevator and pushed the number to her floor ready to get to work.

X

Ceaser was beginning to get impatient. He hadn't been able to focus since the day he found out he had
a daughter.

What if she was out there suffering?



He hadn't heard from Tom since then and he couldn’t help wondering if he had found anything on his
daughter. Ceaser sighed heavily.

"Sir? Mr. Lobos is here to see you." Claire's voice filled Ceaser’s office.

"Let him in." he told her.

"Yes sir." she said.

Tom walked into his office a few seconds later.

"Tom." Ceaser got up when he entered "Tell me you have something. You've kept me waiting for a
week."

"Actually, I have everything." he sat down “Well, all that there is anyway.”

Ceaser sighed a sigh of relief.

“Great.”

"Okay. I found out that your late wife gave her up for adoption the same day she gave birth in April and
two months after your daughter was born, a Jules Jenna took an interest in her and nine months later
the adoption was finalized.”

“So, my daughter was adopted by this Jules Jenna this year.” Ceaser said after he did the math.

Tom nodded.

“What do you have on her?” he asked



“She graduated summa cum laude from UCLA, 27 years old, works at Freddie and Co. Single. Lives
alone, parents..."

"That's all I need to know Tom. Do you have her address?" Ceaser said before Tom could give him the
full information about her.

"Of course." he said and scribbled it down on a piece of paper which Ceaser provided for him. "What
exactly do you plan on doing sir?"

"I'll go to her house and demand for my child. I’ll pay her whatever she needs to cover everything she’s
done so far. " Ceaser said bluntly.

"I don't think that’s a good idea. Ms. Jenna isn’t that kind of woman. From what I’ve dug up, she already
has a trust fund for your daughter and she lives a comfortable life. Also, she has full right and custody
of the child. Even if you were the child's biological father it wouldn't matter in court if you press charges,
which is where this case might end up because it was a closed adoption. One thing I know is that your
late wife had excluded your name in your child’s birth certificate which was the only reason why you
weren’t contacted during the adoption."

Ceaser thought about it for a while.

"So, you’re saying I should do nothing."

Tom sighed.

"I’m saying you should dig up ways to take this to court. If you have proof that you were married to the
mother of the child and that she excluded your name from the birth certificate for selfish reasons, that
would be enough to make you win the case."



Ceaser swallowed. He didn’t like the way Tom was talking about Bea but he wasn’t saying anything that
was a lie. All this wouldn’t be happening if Bea hadn’t been selfish.

“How long would that take?”

“Months.” Tom replied “We’d have to look for proof which would take three to four months seeing has
we have nothing to begin with. Then filing a case and…”

“I can’t wait that long.”

He sighed as he racked his brain for his next move. He couldn’t come up with one that would take less
time. The court thing was even the worse. He wanted his daughter in his arms fast and real fast. He
would just have to find a way of getting his daughter his own way, no court or lawyers involved. Asides
the fact that Ceaser didn’t want to wait that long to have his daughter in his arms, he didn’t want the
press to get wind of this. Taking this to court would make him a target to the media and he didn’t like
that. All that thing about any press being good press was rubbish to him. They would take the story and
twist it in so many ways, the next generation would still be trying to figure out which one of the stories
was right. He couldn’t take that chance and he didn’t want his daughter to be let out in that kind of life
at an early age. He had to do this without drawing attention to himself. He needed to do something that
would seem like it wasn’t a big deal to the media. A plan formed in his head.

“How old did you say this woman was again?”

“27.” Tom replied.

A Cheshire smile formed on his lips and grew bigger just like his plan. He was going to get close to this
woman, gain her trust, get his child and end everything with her.

It would be as easy as that.



Ceaser thought, smiling.

This was going to be fun.


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