Results
"Stop drawing it out," Nathaniel glared at Clark. "Am I Gabriel's father or not?"
Nathaniel was clearly not in the mood to fuck around so Clark simply tossed him the envelope that had the results and shrugged.
"Haven't opened it, see for yourself," Clark told him. "But for the record, I do think I'm right."
Nathaniel raised an eyebrow at his assistant as he reached for the envelope and ripped through it.
Now wasn't the time for him to go searching for a letter opener.
This wasn't the kind of news that he could wait or sit on.
He pulled out the piece of paper that held what could be the most important piece of information to Nathaniel at the moment.
Unfolding it and reading through the results, Nathaniel finally let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.
"Clark…" Nathaniel said, his voice cracking and his hands shaking.
Clark began to worry that the results weren't what he had expected, "What does it say, boss?"