Brian's day had gone from bad to worse to shit in a matter of hours. That's even before he made it to Kinnetic. It had been raining when he had left the loft and he ruined his favorite Gucci shoes by stepping right into a fucking lake, well more of a puddle really, then his car decided to stall three times over before finally starting, shit he'd have to get that checked out tomorrow. Then on his way into the office when he finally thought it safe he dropped his brand new cell into more water causing it to die. "Brian, Remson called this morning. Wants to meet." Cynthia informed him handing him a cup of coffee. Brian shrugged. "Check my schedule and when I'm free give them 15 minutes. Those fuckers." The blonde woman let out a chuckle and went on her way. Sighing, he walked into his office, setting his briefcase and coat on the chair. Immediately he dialed the cell company asking them to temporarily stop his service until he could get another phone. "Hey Bri, got some fun stuff for you to fill out. Performance appraisals, pay checks, insurance." Ted rambled off setting the stack in front of his boss. Brian rolled his eyes and picked up a pen and started thumbing through the documents. Looking up he noticed Ted still standing there. "Don't you have some work to do?" Ted just let out a laugh and left him alone. "Brian?" Cynthia poked her head into his office. Throwing his pen down, Brian stood up. "For five fucking minutes can everyone just leave me the fuck alone. Five fucking minutes that's all I ask!" "Christ Brian, there is a young woman here to see you." Brian groaned. "Tell Daphne that whatever she thinks I did to Justin, I didn't." Cynthia shook her head. "Not Daphne. It's a different girl. Says she needs to see you right away." "Fine, let her in." He gave up. His assistant nodded and led a young girl into the office. "Mr. Kinney?" She asked nervously. Brian nodded. "That's me." "I'm Elizabeth Connors." He nodded at that. "So Elizabeth Connors, what can I do for you?" She shifted from one foot to another not really looking up at him. "You can sit down, you know." Nodding, Elizabeth took a seat. "I don't really know how to say this. A little more then 5 years ago my boyfriend at the time and I wanted to have a baby, but I couldn't get pregnant so we went to the -" Brian stood up. "I don't mean to be rude Ms. Connors but I am really busy, and I really don't have time for this." He headed to the door. "Wait! Let me finish. It's taken me two years to get up the nerve to do this." She pleaded. Nodding, Brian walked back over to his desk and sat down. Elizabeth ran a hand through her hair and shifted nervously in her seat. "We went to the Reproductive Health Specialists Fertility clinic and miracle of miracles I got pregnant." She paused for a second and pulled out a picture, handing it to the ad executive. "That's my baby, Marissa. she's really the most amazing kid in the world." Wondering where this was going, he handed her the photo back. "Mr. Kinney, a year after Marissa was born I got a letter from the clinic saying that somehow the samples got mixed up and that the father that my child was suppose to have wasn't. I sued the clinic and after I won my case I hired a private investigator and found out what probably happened. My then boyfriends name is Peter Kinsey. The lab attendant probably pulled your file accidently instead of his." She paused again. Brian was trying to make sense of what was going on. "That's...I don't know what you're trying to pull here. The clinic used my "sample" and my son was born. And how the hell told you...God...it was my business why I was there, it was confidential." "I...I know this sounds far fetched, but my PI found out about you. He also found out the clinic doesn't use all of the sample to impregnant a woman because they need to test the it too." Elizabeth stopped. "I think that...well I'm pretty sure that...that Marissa is yours." The brunetts eyes widened in shock. "What!? Are you fucking with me? You thought I'd just say okay, and a write a check right? That's what all this is about, inventing a sob story that I'm the father of your child so I will dish out money. Do you do this to all the successful men in Pittsburgh?" He laughed. "You know what? I told you because if it were me I'd want to know if there was a child out there who was mine!" She felt tears rush to her eyes. "Look, take this picture. Look at her, I mean really look at her. All I'm asking is for a DNA test. That's all. Please think about it Mr. Kinney. Here's my contact info. Please just...just think about it." She rushed out of the office. Brian didn't know what to think as he sat there staring into the face of the little brown eyed girl.