Megan chewed on her lip as she marched down the street. The address for the surrogate company was splashed in bold font on her phone. Cynthia had gone to the hospital for labor pains, which turned out to be false contractions. But she had insisted on giving Megan the surrogate company even though she wasn't able to meet her for a late dinner.
Outside of the skyscraper, Megan paced back and forth. The steel and glass shone in the late afternoon sun, glistening like a fortress that Megan was trespassing on. What if they refused to give her funds upfront? She doubted she'd get the embryo implanted in a few hours and a confirmed pregnancy before the hospital kicked out her dad. But she wouldn't get any answers outside either.
Taking a deep breath, she pulled open the door and stepped inside.
An elderly woman sat at the receptionist's desk and smiled at her. "Evening. How may I help you?"