Not your typical baby mama

The dog pounced on the man and started licking his face. He ruffled it's fur while laughing, "Hey buddy!!"

"I was wondering where he ran off to!" An officer appeared while panting and throwing a glare at the dog. He walked over to the pair on the ground with a happy smile. "You should have taken him with you on your vacation."

The goons looked at each other, embarrassed. They almost kidnapped an airport security officer. The leader threw a glare at the whistle blower and the latter looked away in shame. The officer on the ground stood up and a deathly glare settled on his face.

"Who are you people? You all look like a bunch of trouble makers to me. Since my vacation is over, how about-"

"Boss!" One of the goons pointed at a man walking towards the airport exit. Ashy gray hair, black outfit, black baseball cap which he just removed, and that hurried step; it had to be Dylan. The men turned to run after him.

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"Hey! I'm talking to-" his statement was cut short when a loud thud was heard and A4 papers burst in the air and rained on them.

Everyone halted in their movements and looked up at the falling papers like they were the most fascinating things ever. It took a few seconds for the goons to remember their mission. They barely took a couple of steps forward when they heard a cold sigh. That sigh was enough to have the five restrained by two men each. The men frantically looked around and tried to shake off their restrainers, who were all in black suits and black shades.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

"What do you think you're doing?"

,m "Release us! Hey!"

Their struggles and shouts were answered back by a cold chuckle. It was the same person who sighed earlier. His leisurely footsteps echoed as he picked up the papers one by one. Maybe because he was bent over, no one could see what he looked like. The air seemed to have turned cold, sending an unpleasant shiver down the goons' back. One of them could not help but swallow a hard lump.

"Let you go?" The person scoffed. He finally stood upright while holding eye glasses. He looked through them and his face turned even more cold, "You even broke my eye glasses."

"We'll pay you back. But we really have to go", the leader grumbled as his eyes darted between the figure disappearing at the exit and the man before him. His lean body was covered in a grey suit, black turtle neck, and black shoes. He looked so familiar but the goon could not place him.

"Pay me back? You think I'm worried about that? Do you have any idea what these documents are?" He raised the papers in their faces.

"Look here Mr...."

"Stewart. George Stewart", George corrected.

Silence. That name, the bodyguards restraining them, and the papers in the man's hands. They gulped when they saw the huge footprint on the front paper glaring at them. Who didn't know Frost Corporation's Executive Assistant? Offending him was akin to offending the Chairman himself, Zach Frost. If the big man sent his assistant along with those ten bodyguards to personally retrieve the document they had just trampled on, it had to be an important document. They could forget about catching Dylan Smith. Their lives were more important.

"S-Sir, we were wrong", the leader began to kneel but was pulled up and forced to remain standing. When the others saw this, they swallowed a hard lump. They knew that their day was far from over; and far from getting any better.

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