Twins for the billionaire

Daniel growled, "I can't believe you just did that." As Abigail turned to leave, she could still hear him. "I don't know who's more embarrassed-the girl or me." "How did I know she was listening to me?" Matt gave a throat clear. Besides, she shouldn't be surprised by it.

She is well aware that she has to reduce her weight. "Matt," cautioned Daniel. Your lack of tact and humility is blatantly offensive. Moreover, the female isn't even attractive. She smiles nicely and has light blue eyes. Abigail believed she was out of his sight when he paused and said, "Matt, when did you become such an asshole?" Matt gave his pal a shoulder clap.

"Daniel, I've always been a jerk. It's just too busy for you to notice it. "Seemingly." Abigail feigned, dropping something to let her hear the remainder of their talk. "Anyhow," Matt murmured. Have dinner with us? Rachel's parents make payment. "I'm just heading out," Daniel answered. Have fun tonight. Ensure Abigail receives my contact details. The moment he spoke her name, Abigail looked up. Matt called, "Will do," as Daniel turned to leave the bar.

A few tables before theirs, out of earshot, he gripped Abigail's elbow. "I took a risk on your behalf." Excuse me? Abigail released her elbow but remained motionless. With a shrug, Matt looked from her to their table and back again. "I'm repaying the favor-you introduced me to Rachel ." "I do not require your help." She hated his touch and shivered. You already do. Daniel doesn't usually think of people as friends.

He likely no longer sees many people because he doesn't trust them. If he is going to stay ahead of the game, he cannot slow down. Wall Street is a never-waiting environment. Not for multibillionaires, either. A multibillionaire, Daniel? Abigail fluttered. Is she getting herself into this? She went to get her purse and headed to the table. "Where do you believe you are headed?" Rachel got up. "There are topics we should talk about. My maid of honor is you. "You'll manage without me," Abigail took a trembling breath. "I'll take care of whatever you want of me. I'm sure I will. Before anyone could persuade her to stay, she quickly left.

She suspected Matt would fill her in, taking care to emphasize his significant contribution-that is, how he was attempting to land her a job. To avoid her parents finding out that she had stopped at a Chinese takeaway restaurant for some fried rice and crab Rangoon, she took an alternative route home. She grieved, her head resting on the driving wheel as she stood alone in the parking lot with an empty carton of food next to her, which had tasted good but had undoubtedly added five more pounds to her hips.

How could things have gone so bad? Although her family tended to make her seem like the biggest problem in the room, she was aware that she wasn't obese. She was aware that she needed to shed some pounds. When she was a freshman in college, she never lost the freshman fifteen, and with each passing year, a little bit more crept on. It wasn't necessary to flaunt it in her face. Abigail used a very thin serviette to blow her nose. More foolish tears spilled. Her lover, who was supposed to love her without conditions, noticed it as well and soon dumped her since she was "looking a little thick around the hips," which didn't help. Rachel was so ideal in all her bony splendor that he would never treat her like that.

Now, if she even got the job, Daniel would think she was pathetic. In any case, he would probably be a terrible boss to work for. She nearly laughed, snorting. Her ugly side had certain advantages, at least. She would never be so attractive that she would make him feel incredibly lustful when he was meant to be working. This was a job she needed. She had to start over someplace, which meant leaving her parents' basement. After wiping her face and hands with a clean napkin soaked in hand sanitizer, Abigail tucked the empty takeout boxes beneath her seat and drove out of the parking lot.

"Abigail," she said to herself in the rearview mirror. "Men are all the same. Like Rachel, you don't have to live with one. You're through. There is nothing left for you. She inhaled deeply. "Look for yourself." Two days later, Abigail received a call from Daniel. He said, "First, I'd like to apologize for how we met." After exchanging niceties. "I didn't mean to offend you or anyone else in any manner. I apologize to Matt for his actions. Abigail put her laptop down and sat up. "You're not obliged to apologize." She would not behave like the weak, insecure person Daniel probably believed her to be, even though she wanted this job. "Matt's actions are not your fault. He is, uh, Matt. Daniel stated brusquely, "He's an asshole." "I hope we can proceed and that you won't take offense when I extend an invitation to interview tomorrow at two. Matt is unrelated to the interview. Your resume is excellent and perfectly suited for this role. It's not the only item that would be perfect for this job. You require an ugly person. With a scowl, Abigail considered the money she would earn. It's okay for you to leave the basement. She sounded professional and unconcerned as she answered, "All right." "It should work tomorrow. Where are you interested in meeting? "In my workspace. Daniel said, "I'm sending you the address and directions via email right now. I'm grateful, Ms. Connors. I'll talk to you then. "I'll see you at two tomorrow." She hung up as soon as her email alerted her to a fresh message from Daniel. His promptness made her grin, and she opened the email. The job description and benefits were included with the directions and address. When she realized the biggest perk-a two-bedroom flat three blocks from Daniel's office and a salary double what she had made at her previous job-she smiled. She was determined not to let this job slide through her hands. Abigail arrived at Daniel's office fifteen minutes early the next afternoon. She wore a brand-new suit that didn't look great, but she still thought it looked decent. Her golden curls were tightly coiled in a modest bun that she had styled. She gave in to the temptation of applying a hint of color to her lips and a little makeup to cover up the dark circles under her eyes. Just enough to keep it subtle but enough to give her a reasonably respectable appearance. She had looked like hell when she had woken up the previous morning, having slept scarcely at all the night before. Most of the damage would only be concealed by a few fabricated repairs. She wasn't overly concerned. Daniel Davis needed someone effective, not a lovely lady. Abigail is capable of that. Mr. Davis will see you shortly," the slender secretary informed her. Abigail sat in a chair in the waiting room and took in the spotless office complex. Compared to the previous one she had worked in, it was much grander. White and black marble was used for the floors and ceilings, and stunning classical and modern artworks provided pops of color to the walls. It must have cost a fortune all in. Did Daniel own all of this? He must be well wealthy, she had previously surmised, but this was positively lavish. Realizing that she had no idea what Daniel did or where he stood in the firm caused her mouth to dry. It was her duty to complete her schoolwork. Fool! Her phone rang, cutting her thoughts short. At the sound, she leaped and pulled it from her purse. Hersing, "Rachel, not now." "I'll finish this quickly," her sister remarked. "Have you distributed the invites yet?" "Not yet; the envelopes are still in transit. I believe you stated that the guest list is still being finalized. Abigail complained. "Remember that last week, you were going to help me with that? You can't imagine how stressful this whole wedding thing is. I have to- With one dark eyebrow arched in a way that could evoke both dread and swooning at once, Daniel materialized in his office doorway. With his pricey work suit pulled up by his arms and a pair of gold cufflinks shown, he leaned against the doorframe. Abigail was clueless as to how long he had been there. "I must go, Rachel ." Abigail stabbed at the end button, hoping to stop her sister's sore, whiny voice from reverberating through the waiting room's windows. Instead of hitting the end, she hit the speaker. Rachel's voice could be heard clearly: "You're so inept! All I have to do now is take care of- Abigail could stop before her sister could finish. With a flaming face, Abigail stuffed her phone into her handbag and turned to face Daniel. She lacked the confidence to look him in the eye. "I apologize, Mr. Davis," she said. "My sister is going through a midday meltdown." "Seems like nothing serious if you can end the call with her to conduct an interview." Abigail's face becomes redder, making it harder to maintain a neutral appearance. She said, "It was resolved quickly." She forced a hard lip squeezed against her need to smile, keeping her mouth from rolling up at the coppers. "I appreciate you taking the time to speak with me today." He bowed his head and motioned for her to come into the office. "As I mentioned over the phone yesterday, your resume was quite strong." Abigail entered and took a stiff seat in the chair in front of the enormous mahogany desk that was well-organized. Thus, this was the way things would be moving forward. Apart from their casual phone conversation and meeting, it was evident that Daniel wanted to keep professional dealings completely official. Abigail was okay with that. She would rather stay out of the way. "Should we tackle it then?" Daniel sat behind his enormous desk in an excessively large chair, even for his large stature. His hands were clasped around a leather folder. Why ought I to employ you? Because I have an amazing work ethic, Abigail remarked, and I don't want to live in my parents' basement. "I'm efficient, I don't mind working overtime, I don't fear hard work, and I'm overqualified for this position." Was that a smile? She blinked, turning her attention to her credentials. "I'm extremely good at managing my time and multitasking, both yours and mine." "Most time management courses claim that multitasking leads to inefficiency and excessively long, low-quality work." He didn't even blink. She didn't either. "Those folks aren't doing it right." He gave an eyebrow lift. "You fail to say." He shifted and took off his suit jacket button. What makes you say that? "The secret is to avoid doing two tasks at once," Abigail remarked, her thoughts racing with the explanation she wished to give him. To complete one while awaiting the other is the goal. For example, as my computer updates, I can take calls or arrange my materials according to my timetable for that day. You must instantly shift your attention from one task to another for this to operate. "What happens if I answer the phone first?" Excuse me? "What would happen if you decided to update your computer while waiting for the phone to ring?" She gazed at him. You respond to it. The PC is self-updating. When it's finished, you only have to click "ok." Was this a trick question of some kind? "Interesting," Daniel murmured, his expression and body language remaining enigmatic. "Ms. Connors, tell me about the crisis your sister was going through."

She would also now miss her opportunity to get this job. Abigail let out a sigh. "She needed to be aware of the wedding invitations." Why don't they? "If they were sent out or not." "Did they?" She gave a headshake.

Is it her fault or yours? Not at all. Both, I suppose. The invites haven't arrived with the stationary envelopes, and the guest list isn't finalized.

It's still us- "What was your impression of my secretary's hospitality?" She was perplexed about why he had even asked her the question, but he nodded. "She was very professional and courteous," Abigail quickly shot back. "What did the stationary envelopes have to do with it?" "They're still not here."

"I need this crucial file in an hour, but it's too enormous to attach to an email. How will you deliver it to me? A messenger bike. "You intend to ride a bike?" He blinked, perhaps taken aback by his remark. "Is there no fax?" "Because your fax machine is broken." Right there! Grab that! Whoa! Abigail noticed a hint of a smile on his countenance and returned with a tiny one of hers. "You can change your focus with ease." Leaning back in his chair, Daniel did so. "At least when speaking. All of your previous employers have spoken positive things about your work ethic. Why did you quit your previous position? Abigail held her mouth shut. Since Matt was the son of her previous boss, she had departed. However, that would require Daniel Davis to be aware that Matt was her former partner, and it was unprofessional for her to date the boss's son and make her appear even more pitiful. "I was at odds with another colleague on a personal level. It's been handled, and I have no intention of doing it again. Daniel folded his arms across his chair, his smile vanishing. Please allow me to clarify, Ms. Copper . I place the highest importance on total honesty from my workers, so if you think that telling ambiguous half-truths will help you appear perfect and land the job, think again. Never again will I ask you why. Abigail inhaled deeply. Alright. I left because I had started dating the son of my boss. After that, I didn't feel comfortable working at that company. Daniel gave a nod. "How can I be certain that something similar won't occur again?" "It didn't work out. I promise not to make the same error twice. "What took place?" "He proposed to my sister." Abigail was waiting for the sympathetic expression when Daniel's eyes widened significantly. She anticipated that he would rush her out of his office so that he would never have to interact with her or see her again. Rather, his typical composed and enigmatic attitude seamlessly fit in. Grinning, he got up. He declared, "I think I have all the information I need." Abigail stepped up, too, and gave him a handshake. I'm grateful, Ms. Copper . Enjoy your day. With a sinking heart, she said, "Have a nice day, sir." She pivoted. Indeed, Mr. Davis? "Come here tomorrow at precisely six o'clock. It is not something you want to happen on your first day of work. With a very unprofessional gesture, Abigail's jaw hanging wide in the foyer as he closed the door behind her. YOU SURE YOU WANT to do this, Abigail ?" her mother said. "Your sister's wedding is only a few months away, and she really needs you right now. Besides, I don't think days of sitting down will do anything for your diet." She wanted to throw a pillow at her mom. Really? Not one ounce of encouragement or congratulations? Abigail gritted her teeth. "Just think of it this way; now that I'm making money, I can get them a better wedding present." Her mother still looked skeptical. "You had better get them a very nice present," she said. "Matt had to go through a lot of trouble to get you this job." Yes, because I can't get anything on my merit. That was probably why he recommended me. To get them a better wedding present. She doubted the dickhead had anything resembling a conscience which needed easing. "I will, Mom." Abigail forced a smile as she packed the rest of her belongings in the last cardboard box and taped it shut. It was eight at night, only a little less than six hours since she had been officially hired to work for Daniel Davis. This was the fastest move she had ever made, even faster than when she had moved out of her-excuse her, Matt's-apartment. Except now, she needed to get out of her parents' basement before they drove her crazy, or they discovered the stash of junk food she kept under the couch as she dealt with the worst wedding craze ever. She'd take her stuff to the new apartment, which was, luckily, already available. Daniel Davis had raised his eyebrows when she had asked for the key, but he had given it to her without question. She planned to unload everything herself and sleep on the floor tonight. Her mother sighed loudly for the umpteenth time that evening. "I wish you had thought this through, dear." "I already have," Abigail said. "Really. It's a good decision, Mom. For all of us. This place will be good for me." "I just wish you had thought about your sister before going." Abigail rolled her eyes. Rachel was hardly dependent on her, and she had her own life to live. Why the hell would she have to think about Rachel before every decision she made? She grinned. That was Matt's job now. "I'm going, Mom. Deal with it," she snapped. She lifted the box, walked through the open door, and set the box on the grass beside her car. Her mom went off to sulk, leaving Abigail to move her stuff, which was all right with her, even though it took twice as long and left her exhausted. At least the apartment came furnished. As she slammed the trunk of her car shut, her father came out of the house. "Your mother's crying inside," he said, looking like he wanted to come with her. "You're leaving?" "I got a job, Dad," she said. "It comes with its apartment. I start tomorrow." He grinned and then pulled her in for a hug. "Congratulations, kiddo," he said. Abigail grinned, savoring his approval. "Thanks, D-" Just then, his phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at it. "It's work," he said. "Excuse me, Abigail. Good luck moving." He answered the cell as he walked back to the house. Abigail watched him go as she climbed into the driver's seat and started her car. Just like that, the only excitement that came from her family over her new job was over. She pulled out of the drive, determined to make this a new beginning for herself AFTER a sleepless night, Abigail woke up an hour early the following morning and went through one of her boxes to find suitable clothes for her workout. She said, "I'm not doing this for Rachel, my mother, or Daniel Davis." "I'm only doing this to see how the gym is decorated. I'll quickly look around and hit the treadmill for twenty minutes. Feeling like a zombie who hadn't yet begun to decompose, she yawned. I could not have slept through the night. Didn't sleep deprivation also impact weight loss? It was undoubtedly unhealthy. She ought to be shedding weight healthily, right? Not important at this time. My workout will help me wake up. She placed a top and skirt on her bed and searched for a pair of trainers in the laundry hamper she had stuffed full of shoes. Slipping out the door, she glanced into what should have been the pool overlooking, contemplating whether or not to lock it. The sun desired to sleep, not rise at four o'clock. The crisp morning air did not much awaken her. Walking the short distance to the gym door, she checked her messages. Rachel made five more calls, while her mother made three. Even one text message from her father and a call from Matt. It seems that after her one day of work, everything broke. Standing outside the gym door, she read her dad's text message. Abigail, please, I believe you should return home. Your sister and mother are in complete shock. Perhaps you should postpone starting your new work until after the wedding. Abigail wiped away a tear. Only he had been ecstatic about her. He had been, even for a few seconds, and now he was encouraging her to give up just like everyone else. That's his way of stating that he can't take his mother when she's acting up. It ached, nevertheless, still. She replied to him. I'm doing very well. Everything is well; later today, I'll give Mom and Rachel a call.

She stuffed her phone into her gym bag along with a towel and drink bottle. On her way to and from work today, she noted that she needed to stop at the grocery shop. Fortunately, the gym was not locked.

The lights flicked on automatically as Abigail entered. It was almost as large as the workplace gym, and it had more mirrors than a ballet studio. She was awake now if she had been partly sleeping earlier. She let her luggage fall on the ground and looked around. She should take action.

About half of the apparatus appeared to be devices designed to cause trauma or even death. She was content with the treadmill. It's not a killing machine, but it's safe. She was so exhausted that she nearly fell when trying on. Luckily, she was by herself. As Abigail stepped onto the treadmill, she wondered what her sister would say when she had to give her a callback. It's likely that her mother and Rachel had gotten together and had a lengthy conversation about how awful Abigail was as a sister. She could picture the phrases "least expected," "untrustworthy," "selfish," and so on. Joining in,

Matt would distort it to make himself appear like the giving brother-in-law who had given in to pressure to get her a job. She hit the treadmill's "up" button to start it and change the speed while she imagined the conversation. She yawned, rubbed her eyes, and stepped on. She attempted to stop herself by running with her right foot and grabbing the handrails, but the machine swung back as soon as she put her left leg on since she wasn't ready for its pace. No. Such. Fortuity. Her weight moved, but it was too slow to follow the traveling path. Her body was hurled backward across the gym, and she whipped her head back in time. Her legs and arms were thrashing all over the place until her back hit a hard surface. The walls. Just beneath Daniel Davis. Flinging. Oh no. Daniel scowled at Ms. Copper and replied, "Good morning."

"How are you doing?" Despite his hand reaching out to assist her, Abigail hurried to her feet. "Good morning, Mr. Davis," she muttered, exhaustion and humiliation consuming her face. "I was surprised to see you here." Not at 4:30 in the afternoon. I've heard that working out helps people feel less stressed. I occasionally need all the assistance I can get. Yes, of course, Abigail forced herself to focus on his face rather than his muscular grey t-shirt that gave him the appearance of both a Greek god and a regular person. "Well, I just got done. She nodded, saying, "Enjoy your workout," and then, attempting to walk as dignifiedly as possible in light of the previous events, grabbed her bag and hurried out of the gym. She neglected to switch off the treadmill. Maybe she should stick to the basics and try again after work the next time. The treadmills were deadly, lethal devices that had tricked her by being straightforward and user-friendly. Gina called as she walked by Abigail's office door, "There's a call for you on line two." Abigail picked up the phone without seeing the press release she was composing. Greetings from Davis Enterprises. "Abigail ." Rachel's high-pitched voice rang out over the receiver. "I need you now, please! You have to come over here immediately! Abigail said, "Rachel, I can't." "You can't call me while I'm working, as I told you." Through the phone, Rachel cried. "Help is needed," she sobbed. "The wedding dress I just received looks like I'm a prostitute." It's alright, I'm sure. Discuss it with the seamstress. Abigail crossed out the things she needed in the release and stuck a pen to her lips. "I'm positive you look stunning. See, I'll give you a call when I get off work. However- With a sigh, Abigail closed the call and put her hands over her face. It was a bitch of a job being the maid of honor as it was, so she wasn't sure if shedding twenty pounds was worth it. I want pie, now, damn it. Are things going well, Ms. Copper ? In front of her desk, Daniel stood. Abigail gave a little start. Not that she had heard him come out of his office. "Yes," She traced a small line with her lips. "I'm worried my sister may have discovered this number. I doubt that we can add her to a persona non grata list or anything like. If not, I suspect she'll be hanging up the phone in an attempt to get through to me. Luckily, he hadn't brought up the subject of actually running into him this morning at the gym. However, her lower back was unable to forget it. Daniel gave her a contemplative glance. "I'm sure we can arrange something." Strangely, he checked his phone when Abigail's new work phone chimed. Is there anyone else who could assist her with her wedding arrangements? Abigail shook her head and added, "I think so." "I'm to blame. I promised to be the maid of honor for her. He remarked sardonically, "Most maids of honor I've met have jobs and lives of their own." Abigail nodded. "I apologize." Rachel would require a pallbearer if she lost her job as a result of her; she wouldn't need a maid of honor. "I'll speak with her. I'll make an effort to stop her from phoning so frequently. "I doubt you can persuade her to see sense." Daniel chuckled. "If she resembles your mother in any way." Abigail's head snapped up to face Daniel. Do you know my mum? "She told me to fire you three times today over the phone." Daniel's expression was nondescript. Abigail mumbled, "Shit." It would be necessary for her to murder her relatives. over and again. Go to jail for murder after that. She was going to lose her job one way or another. "Mr. Davis, please let me go; I will understand completely." She let out a sigh. "My family causes more trouble than is necessary, and a personal assistant, if I understand correctly, is supposed to reduce some of the trouble." "You're correct," Daniel replied. "The purpose of a personal assistant is to eliminate the hassle." She leaned forward, waiting to hear what he would say next. He paused. "And you have done exactly that." Abigail felt shock surge through him. He thought she was worth something, even with her mother pushing him to fire her. Even after that humiliating incident in the gym that screamed ineptitude loud and clear? "Really?" Yes, he grinned and replied. "I had the easiest workday in a long time yesterday." If your sister wants you to be her personal assistant and wedding planner this much, you're a fantastic personal assistant. I promise you that I have no plans to fire you. Abigail grinned, unsure of how to respond to the compliments. I'm grateful, Mr. Davis. I'm happy to be of assistance to you. "You are very helpful to me," he remarked. "I hope you continue to do excellent work." Abigail noticed she was flushing and wished she had a pound of foundation on her face to cover it up. She said, "Thank you, Mr. Davis," hoping she could have said something wiser. She wasn't sure how to ask him and wondered if that was all he wanted when she looked at him. With a blink, Daniel appeared to emerge from a daze. "Oh, a dry cleaner? Could you retrieve it? After getting up, Abigail went to the coat closet in the corner of her room. She opened the door and took out two suits that had been dry-cleaned. She claimed, "I picked these up during my lunch break." "I thought the sooner I got them, the better since I wasn't sure when you would need them." "Many thanks!" As he accepted the suits, he smiled. "Remember, please message the IT department for an update on the website bug. I'll need that press release in fifteen minutes." "It's right now, sir," Abigail replied. As he disappeared inside his office, she returned to her desk and grinned. Perhaps, after all, she wasn't making as many mistakes as she believed. As Abigail descended the stairs and Gina exited the lift, ANNETTE LEFT Daniel's office into the main waiting area. Across the lobby, her ankle still fully functional, she stomped. Perplexed, Abigail had no idea what to do but watch her go. Annette took her coffee and thanked Abigail without glancing at her. She reached the lift just in time to see the door close, leaving Abigail and Gina to remain awkwardly silent. "I told you," Gina murmured. "Not our concern," Abigail said, turning to return to her office. After taking the change out of the coffee, she placed it on her desk. I won't bother Daniel about it anymore. Daniel emerged as she was about to sit down. He said, "I'm going home early." to her. "Put that report and the notes from the shareholder meeting earlier today on my desk tomorrow." She stretched across the desk and took the change out of the coffee, saying, "Yes, Mr. Davis." "Sir, this is your chance to run errands. He gave an eyebrow lift. "You should keep it, I said." She shot him her coolest look. Mr. Davis, I'm not interested. You own the money. He sighed, obviously irritated. Abigail, what is it? His expression matched hers in coolness. "Nothing." She once more gave him the cash. "Just say it, whatever you have to say to me." He spoke in a firm tone akin to the one he employed in meetings with high-level executives. "Okay," she murmured with clenched teeth. "I would be grateful if you addressed me as Ms. Copper ." He gave her a long look. "Why does that, You don't have my permission to address me by my first name. I wouldn't say I like that I seem to be treated differently. She refused to back down, keeping her gaze fixed on him. "I don't need the company gossip having me center stage." "You are unique!"He yelled. Sighing, he closed his eyes. He appeared to be counting to ten, and Abigail was certain that she would no longer be employed. He spoke gently and continued, "What I meant to say is that you're my assistant." There is no one I work with more closely than you. I will, of course, treat you differently. When we're not in meetings or with other people, you can call me Daniel. She almost laughed out, but she stopped herself in time. She said, "It would be better if you didn't," and returned to her job. "Mr. Davis, have a good afternoon." I'm grateful, Ms. Copper . He shot her a cold look before storming out of the office, saying, "I hope the same for you." Abigail returned to his job. You are not involved in it at all. He recently ended things with his girlfriend. He has been going to the gym early and working late. She was aware of this since, before his arrival, she had been attempting to visit the gym a few times a week, and each time, she felt as though he had just left-she could even smell his perfume in the house. She let out a sigh. All the same, she felt terrible and deeply ashamed. She could already picture Gina and the others having a conversation. Mr. Davis apologizes to Ms. Copper for ending their relationship because of Abigail. It appears that the relationship is now finished. The amazing Mr. Davis broke another person's heart. Ms. Copper , poor thing, had no chance. Her appearance should have warned her better. She mumbled, "Shit, shit, motherfreakin' shit." I'm glad to hear that you're enjoying seeing me. Abigail tensed up and looked up to see Matt grinning down at her from the main office as he stood at her doorway. "Mr." Davis isn't in at the moment," she remarked. "Did Gina not inform you at the reception desk?" He gave a headshake. With a groan, Abigail reached for the iPad, synchronized with Daniel's planner. "Do you want to message him or set up an appointment?" Matt stated, "I saw Mr Davis in the lift." "I wasn't here to see Daniel," She did not want to visit her soon-to-be brother-in-law and ex-boyfriend. Matt, what do you want?" Is it the proper way to handle your prospective brother-in-law? He grinned, obviously making fun of her. He entered her office and shut the door behind him. "Good pad." "No," replied Abigail. Fantastic, more rumors for Gina to begin circulating. "But that's the proper way for me to handle my ex-boyfriend who cheated on me." He scowled her. "You are a bitch. How we ever got along with each other is beyond me. Matt, what do you want? I have tasks to complete. "Your dad suffered a cardiac arrest. Right now, he is in the hospital. Abigail gazed at him, a feeling of disbelief coursing through her. She got up and went to get her purse. "How come you weren't able to lead with that? Pushing past him, she unlocked the door. "How is he doing?" "He is steady. However, they will be keeping him overnight for observation and blood work anyhow. The hospital that?" "Hospital Scott Thompson." She turned to head for the lifts, saying, "I have to go see him right now," as she passed Matt. She hurriedly yelled out to Gina, telling her she would return later. She made her way to the stairs. "What do you do? Matt pressed the elevator button and inquired. "I refuse to descend in that manner." "It's more rapid." with a shrug. "I'm using the lift," I'll tell you what transpired during the descent. "All right," she bellowed as she strode towards him and entered as soon as the door opened. Within the little compartment box, she detected the scent of Daniel's perfume. "What took place?" With a shrug. Checking his phone, he answered, "I don't know." "I assume you can navigate there on your own? I have to return to my work. You are a bastard, Abigail remarked. You see everything as a game, don't you?" Hey, Matt remarked, he's not my dad. Since he first met me, he has only been impolite to me. Why is it that I should care?" "He hasn't treated you badly. He had a fatherhood! "You had an affair with one of his daughters and moved on to the next," Abigail found it hard to believe she was even talking to him. "When you were dating me, you treated my entire family badly. Until you began dating my sister, you made no effort to win their approval. "Abigail, get real," he remarked. "I knew you didn't like them, so I was rude to them." It wasn't for lack of concern or any other reason you seem to be accusing me of. You wouldn't want me to get along with them, I didn't think. Why else would you have told me all that nonsense about them in the first place?" "Stull," she yelled. "You know it wasn't what happened," I said. Before Matt could respond, Abigail stormed out as the lift opened. She hurried outside to ask for a cab as soon as she could. She phoned Rachel once she was in the taxi. She hoped her father was doing well. She could only picture how Rachel and her mother were feeling. She scoffed, presumably attributing Dad's heart attack to her. When Rachel replied, she was in tears. "Abigail, you must get to the hospital immediately. Dad suffered a cardiac arrest. "Yes," she replied. "Matt gave me a brief update." "Did he call you? She sounded taken aback. "No, he paid me a visit." Actually?" Abigail gave a headshake. "How are you, dad?" "I'm not sure. There's nothing they will tell me. Ma is a disaster. She is still weeping and crying. It's awkward. "I'm headed there. I will arrive as soon as possible.