Stuart, my assistant, is basically the guy who keeps my life in order, and he has saved my ass more times than I can count. He’s also one of my best friends. The instant I see Stuart’s face, I know that something’s wrong. I watch him approach my desk and sit down in the chair opposite me. I quickly wrap up the call with Zane and place my cell on the desk. “What’s up?” I ask Stuart. He presses his lips together and exhales a breath through his nose. “I just finished a call with a lawyer.” That’s no biggie. We get calls from lawyers all the time. “So? What is it? A copyright lawsuit or some other ridiculous shit?” “No. It’s…” He stops and fidgets in his seat. He’s stalling. I hate it when he stalls because that means it’s something big. “Just spit it out, for fuck’s sake,” I tell him. “It’s a paternity suit.” “Paternity suit?” I frown. “Against who?” “You. A paternity suit has been filed against you, Jake.” “I’m sorry, what?”
