Page 91 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

He opens his mouth to talk, and I raise my hand to let him know that I’m not done.

“Give me proof. I need proof.”

He has nothing to say.

I sigh. “Right. Okay, I’m leaving. I will show up at the next hearing but please, do not attend. I cannot watch the pity in your eyes because it will make me weak and I need to be strong.”

Then I turn on my heels, with tears in the corners of my eyes and I walk away.

When I get to the office, I find out that Clarissa has left. I close the door hurry to my chair, and slump down, falling into a fit of sobs. I cry everything out—my fears, hopes, dreams, and desires. Everything I have lost in two decades over loving the wrong men and trusting the wrong men.

I quickly wipe my tears when there is a knock on the door.

Clarissa walks in, looking fishy. I know it’s because I am still in the office, so I gather myself in minutes, packing my bag and everything else.

This is the last time I will come to this office.

“Goodbye, Clarissa,” I say as I head to the door.

“What? Where are you going?” She asks.

Tears are pouring down my face when I turn to her. “I’m not coming back. My next hearing is in two days and then the final one is in less than two weeks. There is so much damning evidence against me from whoever is trying to frame me that it feels like prison will be my next stop after that.”

She flies to where I am, wrapping her arms around my slumping shoulders. There are no words, but I feel every shred of emotion in her tears. She hangs onto me for a few minutes before finally letting go.

“I feel silly but I will miss you,” she sniffs. “I still think you’re going to be fine. And if you are, promise you’ll come to see me?”

Even though I know it’s a lie, I nod. “I will. I promise.”

Then I walk away from her, heading out of the office where I thought I would be building my career.

As I get into my car, something occurs to me. It is a trivial thought, but I pick up my phone and go to the location app. When I was still on my drunk-every-night spree, Alice made it a point to tag her location to mine and vice versa.

She said that if I needed her, it would be easy for me to find her even if she couldn’t answer her phone.

The app shows me that she is three hours from my present location and in another state.

My eyebrows furrow.

What could she be doing there?

Meeting with the other person?

Before I can change my mind, I switch off my location tag, input the address her phone was showing, and take off.

Throughout the journey, my heart keeps pounding. I have a thousand questions and no answers. What will I find? What happens if it turns out that she is meeting with Eric and then I realize she is actually the person who framed me?

Or that they are cohorts?

The more I think about it, the more plausible it sounds.

My phone rings at one point and I switch it off when I see that it’s Peter.

I finally arrive at the place on my map, which turns out to be a café. Before I get out of my car, I spot them. My jaw drops when I see Alice and another person.

Michael and Alice.

Together?

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