His Daughter || Michael B. Jordan fanfic

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*beep beep*

From Auntie Sandra:
Have you made it to your father's yet?

To Auntie Sandra:
I'm in the cab now.. I think I made a bad decision, he won't believe me.

From Auntie Sandra:
Well if he doesn't believe you then ask him if he remembers me and your mother's name. He'll know who exactly you are talking about. Now, text me when you get there. I love you V, be safe.

I sighed and the taxi came to a complete stop. We stopped in front of Hilton penthouses and I started to shake. Since I paid the taxi driver prior to coming here, all he said was have a good day.

"Welcome to Hilton Penthouses, may I help you?" A lady with long, blonde hair asked.

"Are you able to call down Michael B. Jordan?" I asked. She smiled and nodded.

"Hi Mr. Jordan! You have someone here who would like to talk to you. Okay? Yes sir." She said then hung up.

"He said he would be down in a few minutes. Please take a seat." I nodded and took a seat.

***
Michael

I was scrolling through Instagram when my phone started ringing.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hi Mr.Jordan! You have someone here who would like to talk to you." Barbara from the front desk said. Huh, weird. I normally don't have people ask for me to come down.

"Okay?" She asked. I guess I was taking to long to answer.

"Yeah, just have that person wait for me. I'll be down in a few minutes." I said.

"Yes sir." She said then hung up.

I got up from my couch and walked to my room. I put a tank top on and then basketball shorts. Then, I slid my slides on and walked to the elevator.

No one was out in the hallway, which was good because I didn't want to be caught up talking to someone and letting my guest wait downstairs.

The elevator finally opened and that's when I started to wonder who it was. It couldn't have been a girl because I told her I would call. It also couldn't have been my mother because she was at work.

The elevators door opened again and I walked into the lobby. Barbara pointed to the couches and I saw a girl sitting there. I cleared my throat so she could know someone was behind her. She jumped and turned her head then stood up.

"Who are you?" I asked. She looked down.

"I'm your daughter." She said quietly. I raised my eyebrows.

"I-I don't have a daughter." I stated. She pulled her phone out and dialed a number. She put it up to her ear and waited.

"Auntie? Yeah, I'm here. Yeah, here he is." She stated. She handed me the phone. I looked at it then took it.

"Hello?" I said quietly.

"Michael, it's Sandra Owens." The woman said on the line. That's my ex's sister.

"Hey, why is a girl saying I'm her father?" I asked.

"It is your daughter. I have to tell you something." She stated. I nodded knowing she couldn't see me.