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“That’s it,” I stop her. “I will not allow you to take up any more of my time. Please get out of my office, Miss Richmond.”

Chapter 5

Savannah

“I’m leaving,” I say stubbornly, and turn to leave.

“Good,” Michael replies. “But the next time you come into my office without permission, or if we cross paths and you decide you want to say something to me that doesn’t involve a case you are working on, you’re fired.”

I turn and open my mouth to argue and shut it the moment I see that he means it. I nod.

“My apologies.”

Then I walk out of his office defeated, catching a glimpse of Brenda shaking her head when I walk past her desk. She must think there’s something wrong with me.

After all, my interactions with Michael have been anything but ordinary. And from someone on the outside looking in, I’m sure I seem like the crazy one.

The new paralegal who doesn’t know her place.

But I do. I just…why does he get under my skin so much? It's infuriating!

Perhaps it is because he’s like every other man who has one-upped me in my life. Cocky, confident, popular, and irritatingly smug.

My father. Peter. Brandon. And now Michael.

I turn around and march back to Brenda’s desk.

“Oh!” She says, surprised that I returned. “What can I help you with, Savannah?”

“I need to ask you something,” I say, resting my elbows on her desk.

She nods. “Alright, go ahead.”

“What do you think about Michael Stone? Scratch that,” I add almost immediately. “I know you’re only going to say nice things about him because you don’t want to lose your job.”

“So, I’ll ask another question. What do you think about me? Do you think I’m crazy? That I have issues? That maybe,” I pause for a second, “I deserve a fiancé who cheated on me?”

“No.”

“No?” My eyes widen.

“It may not be my place to say it but, I think Brandon is an asshole.”

“You know him?”

She nods. “I know of him. And, he’s been in here a couple of times, and I’ve heard the rumors. He did a shitty thing to you.”

“Thank you,” I say eagerly, happy to have someone see my side.

“But—”

“But?”

“I know Michael well and he is nothing like Brandon. I have worked for him for many years, and I know he might be tough sometimes, but you haven’t given him a chance to show you the kind of person he truly is.”

I lean toward her. “So, you’re saying he’s a good person?”

Brenda nods.

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