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The door opened and Edie Moller appeared, face set to a professional smile. ‘Yes, Mr Jennings, how can I help you?’
‘I want to speak to Carstan,’ Ian said.
‘Yes, of course, come in,’ Edie replied, to Ian’s surprise. He had been expecting excuses. ‘Carstan has someone with him,’ Edie continued as she showed him into the waiting room. ‘Please take a seat and I’ll let him know you’re here. There are some magazines on the table. Hopefully he won’t be long. Would you like a coffee?’
‘No, thank you,’ Ian replied stiffly, and sat in one of the chairs.
With another polite smile, Edie left the room. Ian glanced around, absently drumming his fingers on the wooden arm rest. He needed to calm down so he could think rationally when he presented his case to Moller. He doubted Carstan would readily admit to his mistake, so Ian would need to prove it. He took out his laptop and opened the file containing the DNA results so it was ready, then returned his laptop to his briefcase. He picked up a magazine and put it down again.
He heard a door open and slam shut in the hall, followed by footsteps hurrying down the hall. The front door opened and slammed shut. Interesting. Whoever it was had left in a hurry and, from the sound of it, angry. Ian would have liked to know the reason.
The door to the waiting room opened and Edie Moller appeared, looking slightly flustered. ‘Mr Moller will see you now,’ she said tightly.
Ian stood and followed her into Moller’s office where he’d seen him before. He was standing beside his desk, apparently not fully recovered from his previous encounter.
‘Yes, Mr Jennings?’ he said rather sharply. ‘You wished to see me.’
Ian took a deep breath. Going over, he stood beside Moller and set his laptop on the desk, angling the screen so they both could see it. Edie Moller was waiting by the door.
‘When I asked you before to check if Emma and I shared the same donor you told me we didn’t,’ Ian began, immediately hot and flustered. ‘I now have absolute proof we do. I’ve had Emma’s and my DNA analysed and there is no doubt. We have the same biological father. Here are the results.’
‘I’ll call you if I need you,’ Moller told his wife. Ian saw a muscle twitch nervously in his neck. Edie Moller left the room.
‘Read this,’ Ian said, pointing to the paternity test results. ‘A 99 per cent chance that Emma and I share the same biological father. You can’t get a result higher than that. And the only way we share the same father is from donor sperm supplied by your clinic.’ Ian drew himself up to his full height and glared at Moller.