Page 30 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

“Are you ok? If you’re going to stop breathing every time someone mentionshisname, then you might as well go to the station and admit that you killed him.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I snap, directing my anger to him.

He doesn’t seem fazed, though, and I watch as he takes the chair in front of my desk.

“You could say thank you. I just saved you.”

“From what?” I say haughtily, trying to make up for my moment of weakness, “I had it under control.”

Michael shakes his head.

“No, you didn’t. You very much did not have that under control. You did not see me when I arrived, either. But I could see how hard you were struggling to keep your composure.”

“If she had continued asking questions, you would have lost your cool and admitted that you met with him. Your friend would put the pieces together so fast we wouldn’t be able to raise reasonable doubt.”

I glare at him, placing my hands on the desk.

“Are you here to help or point out ways in which I’m terrible at being a lawyer.”

“You’re not a lawyer.”

Why did I think Michael Stone and I could come to a truce?

“And you agreed to help me, but the lawyer you assigned to my case refused to meet with me. He’s been pushing the meeting repeatedly. At this rate, I might as well turn myself in.”

Michael chuckles.

“I’m glad one of us finds humor in this situation.” I scoff.

“Thank you for being entertaining,” he says. “But that’s why I stopped by. I’ve decided that I’ll be handling your case personally. Everything that has to do with the case will be in my care.”

“Really?” I ask with a bit of excitement.

“Yes, but before we get too far along, we need to have a briefing.”

I don’t know what is responsible for the sudden change of mind, and while I believe that Michael has something to gain from this, I’m not about to look the gift horse in the mouth.

“Okay. I’ll find an excuse to keep Clarissa out of the office.”

“That won’t be necessary. We’re going out.”

“Out?”

“Is that a word you’re unfamiliar with?”

I shake my head. “No. I’m just surprised you’d want to meet somewhere other than the office.”

“That’s because the longer I sit here, the more I expose myself to potential rumors. If I keep you in my office, I’ll have no time for the other people I need to see, and then they’ll wonder why you’re spending so much time there.”

“Rumors, Savannah Richmond,” he picks up my pen, “I’d expect that you’d understand this by now.”

“Well,” I reply snappily, “I’m sorry I’m not good at this.”

“Well, you need to start being good at it. It starts with understanding that you are in a precarious situation, and we want to protect your image and reputation.”

I see.

Although he’s offering to help me, he doesn’t want to be seen around me. This only confirms my earlier suspicion—Stone has a stake in my predicament.

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