Page 13 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

“I heard your conversation.”

“You were eavesdropping?Well, I suppose you couldn’t help that, being under my desk” I say sarcastically.

“Yes, I heard your conversation, and I wouldn’t have eavesdropped if I had time to step out of your office before you arrived with him.”

Ah, I nod slowly. I see.

“There’s no love lost, is there?”

“What do you mean?”

“Between you two. You and Peter are stepsiblings. Although, from the way I see it, you’re the one with the problem. It seems like Peter thinks the world of you, and he wants me to see that too, while you—” I tutt, “you don’t.”

“Are you jealous of him?” I continue.

Her eyes flash with anger. “Why would I be jealous of him, I am just as good as he is. The only difference is that he’s got a law degree. I put in as much effort as he does, and I know the law almost as well. But I also know that he doesn’t deserve to be made partner.”

I feel a headache brewing, and my temper is close to boiling over.

“I can’t deal with whatever family drama you have, Miss Richmond. I suggest you settle it with Peter somewhere other than my office.” Trying not to lose my temper.

“Oh,” I snap my fingers, “while you’re at it, you should talk to your ex-fiancé too. I spoke with his lawyer, Shepherd, and it looks like he is hell-bent on getting his ring back.”

She marches towards me, and I stay in place, close to the door, wondering what she plans to do once she gets to me. For some reason, the stubborn tilt of her jaw and her stride do nothing but arouse amusement and curiosity in me.

It tempers my anger for the moment.

When she stops a few steps away, I feel a bit disappointed.

“I have spoken to Matthew Shepherd, and I will say the same to you, the only way Brandon has a chance of getting that ring back is if he tells everyone what he did that broke off our engagement.”

Why am I entertaining this? I don’t have time for this petty bullshit. I am a senior partner in one of the largest legal firms in the city. I handle clients every day who pay me a thousand dollars an hour.

But here I am, standing in front of a very pretty woman, who minutes ago was hiding under my desk! Now, I am discussing her relationship with her stepbrother and her asshole of an ex-fiancé. What the hell is going on here?!

“Peter’s your friend,” she goes on. “I get it. But it’s no excuse for preferential treatment. If he doesn’t want to be partner, if he doesn’t want the corner office, then give it to someone else who deserves it and appreciates it.”

“But,” she shrugs, “don’t take my word for it. Ask him. You know what you two are a lot alike, both want everyone to think you’re nice on the outside, but privately,” Savannah flashes her eyes, “it’s a whole different ball game.”

I take two steps forward, stopping only when I see the defiance in her eyes falter for a second.

“You’ve had terrible experiences with men, haven’t you? Was it your father? Did he like Peter more than you? Were you always in Peter’s shadow?”

“I was never in anyone’s shadow,” she snaps back with a growl.

Oh.

I hit a nerve, didn’t I? A smug smile spreads on my lips.

“Bingo!”

“Bingo?”

“I’ve found your button. That’s what bingo is for. So, now that we’ve figured out why we seem to have a problem every time we meet, I suggest you handle it somewhere other than my office.”

“If there is something that you need a lawyer for,” I add, tongue in cheek, “there are many to choose from down the hall. I have done all I can for you. Please stop trying to involve me in your family drama.”

“You—

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