Page 38 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

Peter laughs, and I look at him puzzled.

“What was that for?”

“For as long as I’ve known you no woman has had the power to make you pace around your office. You’ve never sweated over anyone before, Michael. So, for you to be this way? It’s rather entertaining.”

I roll my eyes. “Really? That’s what you get from all this. That I’m your new source of amusement.”

He laughs. “Not really. But it’s fun, I have to admit. You never had a hair out of place, never break a sweat, you’re always so calm and confident. One might say you glide through life, or at least that is the way it seems.”

“Well, I basically do,” I say. “My dad always had my back. He paid my tuition through school so all I had to do was get the grades and make time for fun, no worries.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Peter rolls his eyes. “The struggles of being an only child. Who is she, though?”

“Who?”

“The woman. The one that has you all out of sorts? I’d like to meet her.” Peter says.

I chuckle.

Wouldn’t you? I wonder what would happen if you find out that she’s your sister—but also that I’m representing her in a murder case where she’s the prime suspect.

“Soon,” I say instead, knowing that it’s better to give him hope than to keep on denying and get continuously pestered.

“If you say so. Alright then. The reason why I’m here…” Peter resumes a business-like tone.

“Let’s get down to business.”

***

Two hours after I meet with Peter, Brenda knocks on the door.

“Sir. There’s a policeman here to see you.”

“A cop?” My eyes widen with curiosity.

“I think he’s a detective since he’s in plain clothes.”

“How do you know, then?” I ask. “Your keen sense of observation? The magic that has kept you working for me longer than any other secretary?”

Brenda rolls her eyes.

“No. He did not have an appointment, and I wouldn’t let him through, so he showed me his badge.”

I chuckle, shaking my head.

“Fair enough. Let him in.”

The man walks in a minute later, wearing a horizontal-patterned black and gray shirt with washed jeans.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Stone.”

“Afternoon. Please sit down.” I gesture towards the chair.

“How may I help you?”

“I’m working on the homicide case.”

I know which case he is referring to, but as a lawyer, I know I must never jump to conclusions.

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