Page 75 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

I fall asleep, waking up when I feel someone tapping my shoulder. I peep through half-open eyelids to see who, and then my head snaps up.

“Peter?”

“Hi,” he says.

I frown. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to see you. In my office. Please?”

His face looks grave, and my heart skips a beat when theories, all of them frightening, start pouring into my mind.

“Okay,” I say hastily.

Shuffling to my feet, I glance at Clarissa. Who is looking away.

A sigh leaves my lips.

“Okay. Let’s go,” he encourages me.

Quietly, I follow him out of my office and into the hallway. I ignore the stares I get, half-shielded by Peter, who tries to match my heavy footsteps.

Eventually, we get to his office.

“Please sit.”

I do.

“I have something to tell you.”

“Okay?”

“Michael will no longer be working on your case.”

My jaw drops.

“What?” I say in disbelief.

“Yes. He’s asked me to tell you that someone just as proficient will be handling it now.”

A whirlwind of emotions surges through my mind. Frustration, mingled with disbelief and a pang of betrayal, tugs at my heart. I had placed my trust in him, even when things seemed hopeless because he assured me he was going to figure out how to save me.

Even when I didn’t want to believe it, Michael kept reminding me that he was sure he would clear my name.

And the night we spent together—

All of that, and he leaves me in the dust!!

“Why?!” I ask, not knowing what else to say.

Peter sighs. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” I arch an eyebrow. “What do you mean you don’t know, how is that possible?”

His shoulders rise and fall.

“I wouldn’t lie to you. He told me last night and wouldn’t give any reason. Then he sent me an email that he’d be out of the country for a while and might be unreachable during that period.”

Un-fucking-believable!

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