Jarrod stared at the photograph of Elodie, her back turned toward the camera.
One shot even showed her gently resting her hand on her flat stomach, head bowed.
He couldn’t see her expression, but that gesture alone said everything.
A strange current surged through Jarrod’s chest, spreading in aching, tingling waves through his veins.
The feeling was a bittersweet ache that wouldn’t let up.
For a rare moment, his usually steady mind was thrown into disarray. By the time he realized it, he was already on his feet, reaching for his phone to call Elodie.
He didn’t care why Elodie hadn’t told him about this. None of the other questions mattered anymore.
All that mattered was the fact that there was a child—a child that belonged to him and Elodie.
Andrea watched Jarrod charge out of the office and hurried to catch up. “Mr. Silverstein, you still have several important meetings scheduled for today. Should I reschedule them?”
He’d seen the email too.
Andrea understood exactly what Mr. Silverstein must be feeling.
Jarrod was already dialing Elodie as he strode down the hallway. “Yes, push everything back.”
Right now, nothing was more important.
Andrea immediately caught on.
Still, as he glanced down at the schedule, he hesitated at one item. “At eleven, there’s a networking luncheon at Eastsoar International. Some of the overseas execs are flying in—you’re a key guest.”
“Doesn’t matter.” Jarrod kept calling Elodie.
But Elodie never picked up.
Jarrod finally stopped, pressing his fingers to his brow, trying to compose himself and rein in the storm inside. “Check with Eastsoar International, see if VistaLink Technologies is on the guest list.”
Usually, these events only invited the top Fortune 500s. But VistaLink was in a league of its own now, especially with the Nexus Analytics partnership. They might have made the cut.
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