Page 105 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

Return inside to search for any head apparel. Or remain here indefinitely until I spotted a cab.

Deciding to go with the latter, I tightened my arms around my body. I was almost late. And a spontaneous search after I’d overslept wasn’t what I wanted to do right now.

I was wearing a black fur jacket. It shielded me from the cold. And that would be enough until I got a damn cab.

Shaking my head, I tapped my foot impatiently against the blanket of snow. Why did all the cabs seem scarce today?

I let out an annoyed huff when I heard the familiar old voice.

“Hey honey, let me bring you a beanie.”

I turned to see Maria’s retreating back. Soon she returned with a white beanie.

She had a thick jacket on as well as a beanie.

“Here you go,” she tucked my head into it.

“Thank you, Maria.” I smiled.

She nodded. Patting my cheeks lovingly. “Now go get those criminals.”

She gave a thumbs-up before disappearing into her apartment, just beside mine.

My smile remained. No matter how many times I told her that I was a civil litigation paralegal, she still thought all lawyers dealt with criminals.

I shook my head slightly.

Maria was a kind fifty-eight-year-old woman. And she was good company.

We’d started talking when she brought me cookies, a few days ago, and a bottle of red wine. It was to welcome me to the new apartment.

Her joy and excitement were limitless. According to her, she’d been waiting three months for anyone to move into the apartment.

Things got even better when she asked for my name. Somehow it had been familiar. She asked for my parents and when I told her she instantly remembered. Surprisingly, she was a friend of my parents.

From there, we started talking. She checked up on me randomly, and just made sure I was doing well.

It took time before I could let my walls down again. But I did. Thankfully, she didn’t try to probe into my personal life.

My smile grew wider as I grazed more blankets of snow with my foot. But before I could form another thought, I spotted a taxi. I immediately flagged it and it stopped right in front of me.

Sliding into the car, I gave directions. And in no time, we arrived at the familiar building.

“Hey girl, you look great today.” Cherry, the receptionist, shot me a smile.

“You know, scratch that. You look great every day,” she added with a scoff.

“Thank you, Cherry,” I returned her smile, signing in for the day on her desk.

“You’re welcome.”

Her name matched her personality. Cherry…cheery.

Letting out a small laugh, I shook my head. As I climbed the stairs, I willed my brain not to start its usual comparison.

The walls were painted. The doors were all wooden. And there were no elevators.

Pfft. How could there be? It was only three stories.

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