Page 3 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

“Oh. So, you want me to have you thrown out with a bill.”

“I work here,” she says. “This was a misunderstanding, nothing more.”

Her excuse is so ridiculous it makes me laugh out loud.

“You work here? Oh, this was a little more than a misunderstanding.”

“I apologize.”

“Too late,” I say. “What is your name? Which department do you work in? I need to know if you just started working here because anyone else would have known they had the wrong office as soon as they walked in. Since I am a partner in this firm. And you have barked up the wrong tree.”

“I started working here a month ago,” she says, her tone faltering. “But this is not the first law firm I’ve worked at. I have enough experience to know what is punishable by the law.”

“So,” I stroke my chin. “Criminal attorney. They think they know it all. I should have known since you started arguing your case without all the facts. I may need to have a word with your department head.”

I walk back to my desk and pick up the phone.

“Brenda. Please come in here.”

Brenda comes in seconds later.

“Who is the head of the criminal law department? Miss…I don’t know her name… is one of them, and I’d like to speak with her boss.”

The woman quickly shakes her head.

“I’m not in the criminal law department.”

“Then?”

“I work as a paralegal.”

It takes a full minute for her reply to sink in, and when it does, my jaw drops. My eyes are wide as saucers as I stare at her. I wave for Brenda to leave.

As soon as the door closes, I let it out.

“You are a paralegal? And you have the nerve to barge into a senior partner’s office with this nonsense??”

“I—"

I raise a finger.

Wow.

“I was trying to be friendly, hoping that we could resolve this issue and hopefully retain you as a client because that’s what I do for the sake of the firm.”

“But you’re a paralegal at this firm. I…I should fire you on the spot for this behavior. I don’t know how they handled things at your last firm but that is not how we handle things here. So, I will chalk this up to you not understanding your place here. Get your act together, Miss.”

“I’ll be keeping an eye on you and your performance. Consider yourself on probation. You can leave now.”

I see her open her mouth to argue, close it, and leave my office. When the door closes, I compose myself and head for my chair, and settle down with a sigh.

I shouldn’t have lost my composure. I work hard to keep my cool, even when I deal with the most obnoxious of clients, and I pride myself on it.

One woman—a pretty woman with a flaming temper was all it took for me to send years of practice down the drain.

There’s a knock on the door, and Brenda walks in.

“Sir.”

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