Page 16 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

Her hand gripped the wheel tightly before we rounded a corner. “What’s wrong?”

I watched her eyes struggle to choose between me and the road. She had offered to test her new temporary ride by driving me to work. I would hate for anything to happen to us or the ride.

“Nothing much. I just feel like it all sucks.” She chose the road, thankfully.

“What exactly?”

“Work and my boss,” I didn’t bother to hide the truth.

“I finally got a case. But I don’t have access to enough evidence that can make the court rule in favor of us.”

“According to the firm’s standard, if it’s outside my jurisdiction as a junior associate, I need approval from my direct boss.” My heart clenched when I recalled his words.

It’s just a Pro Bono anyway.

“And let me guess, your annoying boss is not granting this access,” she raised a brow.

“Touche.”

Silence filled the air as I revelled in the scented mist from the air condition, anticipating her reply. But there was nothing.

The silence only stretched.

If she wasn’t driving, I’d have thought she was dead or something. I couldn’t blame her though. Mr. Knight’s actions could sometimes leave you dumbfounded.

“You,” she finally spoke. “Could just do it and get whatever evidence you need.”

If only it was that easy.

“Trust me I want to,” I said. “Because this person is- helping her means a lot to me. She has no one.”

“I see,” she hummed. After a moment of silence, she spoke again. “But maybe your boss is not being mean.”

My eyes grazed hers like she had grown two heads. She knew all about his shenanigans. Why the hell would she say that?

“Maybe he just wants you to think out of the box. Without using evidence?”

Uh?

“I don’t know if what the hell I just said made sense,” She continued. “But make sense of it. You’re a lawyer.”

Her hand rested on mine with a soft pat. When our gazes met, she hurriedly took hers off.

“You know I’m straight, right?” she mocked as we finally pulled into the garage.

I rolled my eyes, gathering my stuff. “Whatever.”

Her laughter echoed as I alighted the car.

Turning with a smile, I gave her the middle finger before entering the building.

Perhaps she made sense. Think out of the box.

Sighing, I pressed past the bunch of arrogant employees. The majority of them had their noses high in the air. And their shoulders hanging just below their chin.

If you asked me, I’d say this place reeked of arrogance. Although I did have a very strong feeling where that was flowing from.

When I reached the elevator, I suddenly didn’t want to enter. There were a bunch of folks, three to be precise in there. But their annoyed stare tugged my feet in involuntarily.

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