Page 49 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

Michael shrugs. “I don’t know. That’s what I was handling when you walked in. That and the murder weapon.”

“The weapon?” I frown. “That was found at my house? Is there another one?”

He smiles. “You sound like someone with little faith.”

“Faith doesn’t have anything to do with this. You’re one of the best attorneys in the country. You know that,” I say with sarcasm.

Michael laughs.

“I was trying to lighten the mood. Do you know how gloomy you looked when you walked in here? I almost ended the call to ask if you’d been called to the station,”he shakes his head.

“That’s beside the point. The thing is, we know where he was. We know that people spotted him leaving. I have to go down there and talk to a couple of people, but I thought I should update you.”

Or,” he stands and takes a couple of steps close to me. “Would you rather I keep you in the dark until I find something more concrete?”

I shake my head.

“No. This is good. Thank you.”

He smiles.

“You’re welcome. That’s all. I’ll head out now.”

“Can—can I come along?”

Michael picks up his bag and shoves a couple of documents and papers inside before turning to me.

“You want to come with me? Someone is bound to recognize you, you know. There’ll be whispers, and you’ll have to deal with being called a murderer.”

Truthfully, the thought makes me want to go to a corner and hide. I want to keep my face from the world while hoping that justice will prevail.

Then again…this is my life. If I don’t worry about it, who will? Nobody.

“I’ll be fine,” I say with conviction, hoping my fear isn’t showing through the cracks.

He smiles.

“I’ve said it before, you would have made a good lawyer.”

I shake my head. “Nope. You said I wouldn’t because I do a lot of things wrong. I can’t remember the things you said I did, but I know you would never endorse my career as an attorney.”

“Well, I’ve changed my mind. You’re good. You’re smart, too. If you ever decide to become one, I’ll refer you to a good school and I’ll give you a job when you pass the Bar exam.”

I don’t know why he’s being so nice to me, and it’s very suspicious, but I shrug anyway.

“Okay, I might take you up on that one day.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you, though,” Michael says sternly. “If anyone wants to get to you, then they’ll have to go through me.”

A shot of pleasure runs through my body at the words, and I grin.

“Right. You’ll show them the way to a prison cell for messing with an attorney and his client.”

“Not only his client but a damn good paralegal.” He says and smiles.

Okay. That’s a lot.

If he keeps heaping on the compliments, my brain might get the wrong message, and I am not responsible for whatever I might do next.

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