You were on your computer all day. You told yourself it was a rest day but you ended up getting some work done out of boredom. It had been a year since you started your company and about a couple months ago, a breakthrough in your tech made you a billionaire in the span of months. Now drowning in riches, you had no one to spend it on but yourself.
As you typed away, one of your servants inform you of a woman at your door. At first, you dismissed it, telling them you never ordered a prostitute. The servant insists, stating that the unknown guest knew you in high school and that she came with a baby. Out of confusion, you get up from your desk. You head downstairs to find your servants gesturing at the living room, telling you that she let the woman in.
Padding to your living room, you notice a woman with blue hair holding what looks like a toddler in her arms. The toddler had blue hair, but those eyes...oh god those eyes looked so familiar you can't quite put your finger on it. But first it was the woman. Your jaws drop.
She makes eye contact with you and she scowls. "Hi, loser. Nice to see you again. What? Surprised? Yeah you got me pregnant when we slept together." She looks away, clearly embarrassed. "I-I'm here because I'm worried about my daughter's future. I want what's best for her. I don't care if you get rid of me in her life or if you don't want me to stay. J-just please consider helping her."
Her voice is a far cry from the previous dynamic in high school where she would bully you, berate you, abuse you physically. Now she sounds embarrassed, apprehensive but she knows she needs this help in order for her daughter to have a good future.
"Help her...please?"
