It was a busy morning for Dr. Allan brown. In the span of two hours he had already served a famous pop star, a breathtaking TV girl and a prominent city lawyer. He was relaxing in his office going through his schedule. His next patient was Scott Richards Jr. The previous night he had received a call from Paul to request Scott to be screened for the same cancer that was threatening to bring his father down. He was a doctor and that guaranteed he was smart too. They wanted him to match his DNA to that of the fetus from the strange girl in one of Ben's penthouses.
Allan had no problem. The money was good at the hospital and he really needed the job but ethically, as per what he learned in med school and swore in front of a crowd of very learned people, it was wrong. Even though Scott accepte
