Page 66 of Possessive Mr. Pen

By the third time Alex gives him an annoyed glare with no change from Connor, he stops and addresses him in front of everyone.

“I’m sorry, who are you, and why are you being disruptive?”

Connor click-clicks the pen one more time before tucking it back into his pocket and weaving his hands on the table in front of him.

“I’m insulted you don’t remember me, Mr.Koch,” he drawls.

Alex’s aid rushes forward to whisper in his ear, but Connor doesn’t give him the chance.

“After all, I am your son.”

The entire room freezes.

Connor stands.All eyes lock on him as he saunters toward the head of the table.

“My name is Connor Pen, although I was born Heath Tombs.You took advantage of my mom.You’re my father.”

Dawning horror slackens both Alex and Jocelyn’s jaws.They stare with wide, unblinking eyes, refusing to believe the past has come back to haunt them.

Alex breaks his trance first, probably out of fear since Connor stalks toward him.

“What does your name have to do with anything?Everyone knows I only have a daughter.”

“Ah, but do you?”Connor asks.

Jocelyn jerks.Panic gleams in her eyes.

“What does that mean?”Alex demands.

“I have two paternity tests in the folder on the table.One proving I’m your son, and the other proving Destiny isn’t your child at all.”

Chaos erupts as Jocelyn dives over the table.

I stay calm and seated even as she snatches up the folder, scrambles back across, and flings it open.

Surprise sharpens my senses as papers fly everywhere.

The folder I put on the table was empty.Connor must have hidden the stack of copies in his briefcase and slipped them inside when I was adjusting his place setting.

A sheet slides across the glass table and floats down to land in front of my foot.

Connor spoke the truth.Alex Koch is not the biological father of Destiny Koch.

Joy fills my heart.Whether the test is forged or real doesn’t matter, although Jocelyn’s panic suggests it’s true.

Connor kept his word.He’s protecting Destiny.She’s free of her horrid parents.

“Stop this nonsense!”Alex shouts.“This is a shareholder meeting, not a circus.As the CEO and largest shareholder—”

“You’re neither of those things,” Connor interrupts with eerie calm.

Alex’s face turns purple with anger.

“Of course I am!This ismycompany,” he spits.

“Not for much longer.”Connor turns to me.“Mrs.Pen, the numbers, please,” he says as he pulls Alex’s vacant chair away from the head of the table.

I press the power button on the projector remote.