Page 12 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

“What do you mean?” I ask, with a smile on my face, knowing quite well what he means.

Peter shrugs, the corner of his lips slightly turned upward. “Nothing. I will get it done.”

“Alright then,” I say, placing my hand on the desk.

My finger knocks my pen off the desk, and it falls to the floor, I purposely kick it under the desk. I bend over to pick it up, and my eyes meet another pair of eyes—wide eyes, and I gasp.

“What the—"

A finger raises to shush me.

“Don’t say anything,” she mouths.

For some reason, it silences me. Although I’m baffled as to why Savannah Richmond is under my desk. Slowly, I stand up and then immediately sit down.

“Seems straightforward,” Peter says, looking up from the file. “Like I said, I’ll take care of it. You can count on me.”

I smile, but it is forced. Because my mind is under the desk, thinking of Savannah and wondering what the hell she’s doing under there.

“Why don’t we continue this conversation later?” I say after a few seconds. “I’m sure you’re eager to get to it.”

Peter nods and gets up. “You know it. Thank you, again.”

I shake my head, standing up. “You deserve it.”

I follow him to the door, exchange a few more words, and watch him walk away. Brenda appears as I’m about to close the door.

“Postpone whatever calls or meetings I have for thirty minutes.”

“Yes, sir.”

Exhaling, I shut the door. Then, I turn to face my desk.

“Come out, Miss Richmond,” I say sternly.

Nothing.

“If you don’t come out, I will call security and have you arrested for trespassing. And if anything goes missing in my office, I will come find you. There is security footage of you entering my office, so all I’ll need to do is—”

“I didn’t take anything!” She exclaims.

I watch her struggle to come out, and I sigh as she hits her head on the desk as she emerges.

Savannah stands up straight, rubbing her head.

“I didn’t take anything.”

“Then why are you here? In my office? Under my desk?”

“I came to see you. But you weren’t here, and neither was Brenda. So, I stepped into your office to look for you. I was going to leave when I didn’t find you, but then I heard you with Peter and I panicked. And I ducked under your desk—it was the onlything that came to mind.” She shrugs innocently as she says the words.

My eyes narrow and I smack my lips in doubt.

“I don’t believe you, Miss Richmond. And you know I have good cause for that. So, I need you to tell me what you—and please don’t say you mistook me for someone else—were looking for in my office.”

“Peter,” she says, thrusting her hands on her hips. “He doesn’t want to be partner, so why are you forcing it on him?”

“Who says I am?”

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