Page 18 of Bully Billionaire Dragon

Going over the case, I read through all the evidence again and try to find new angles. I will be asking each member of Druk Technologies questions, and it is my job to get them to crack. KobiTech hired me because they know I am the best in the business, and I am determined to prove them right.

Over the next hour, I highlight like a fiend, trying to find holes in their statements and connect the evidence.

I am interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Come in!”

The door opens and Shane shimmies into the room.

“Hey, little sis.”

I look up from my laptop, surrounded by papers.

“What?”

Shane is leaning against my door frame wearing black pants and a tight white t-shirt with a leather jacket.

“Why are you all dressed up?” I ask with a frown.

Why is he even in my room?

“I’m heading out to this place called the Sitting Duck and was wondering if you wanted to come. I bet you could use a change of scenery.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“Where is it?”

“In the city. I can drive us, but we're leaving in thirty minutes.”

“Fine, I’ll change.”

“Maybe put some makeup on too.”

I flip him off as he walks out of my room.

I lay my head down on the ground and groan. He is right, I could use a break and a change of scenery. It would be nice to look cute and get a drink.

Standing up, I open my suitcase. I don’t have much in terms of going out outfits that aren’t work-related. I pull out a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a red loose-fitting blouse.

These will have to do.

I quickly change and brush out my long brown hair. I line my eyes in charcoal and then paint my lashes. Red gloss will have to do for my lips, as I don’t have much time to do anything more than my eyes.

“Hurry up! I’m leaving in five,” Shane yells through the bathroom door that we share.

With a huff, I shove the door open and hit him with it.

“Wow, you clean up nice.”

“Thanks,” I say with sarcasm. “I live to impress.”

I strike a pose, sticking my tongue out and throwing up a peace sign.

Shane just shakes his head and reaches down to mess my hair, but I evade his hands.

“None of that,” I say, slapping them away.

Shane just smiles. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

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