Get the boy

GOMEZ POV—

Before the principal came in, I texted Priscilla really quick.

“You have five minutes to provide the birth certificate of this kid so make it quick or kiss your job goodbye.”

Did I care how she did it? No.

But I would certainly care if I found out that I had employed somebody very incompetent.

“Consider it done in three,” she replied almost immediately.

I smirked. Now that was someone who knew all about the levels in Washington.

“Why are you still here?” the principal growled, looking at me.

The police men followed behind, calmly accessing the situation.

“To get my son, ” I replied nonchalantly.

“Get the boy,” the principal turned to the teacher like he was already tried of the matter. “And we'll see if he'll admit to you being his father.”

“Yes do that, and we'll see if I can't prove it,” I jerked my in the teacher's direction. “Go on, you heard me.”

She gared at me and disappeared.

Minutes later, she came back with Niguez behind her.

The kid looked tensed like he k