Page 24 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

“I know, but for me to help you, you have to tell me everything.” I patted her fingers.

“I tried confronting him twice but it only made everything worse.”

Anyone would think it was typical college shenanigans. But not me. No.

Mae was a strong girl trying to do life alone. She didn’t need the bother.

“And you’re sure it’s him. You’re sure it’s Sean?”

“Yes,” she nodded desperately. “One time, he was absent from class for two weeks and there were no usual marks or dents on my door.”

“You know his absence only made me realize how I’d lacked peace,” tears glinted in her eyes. “Ever since my parents died, it’s always been a struggle meeting up with the basic needs. I- I do things and it’s like they’re never enough. It’s like I am never enough.”

My heart sank in my chest as I watched the tears flow down her olive-tanned cheeks. I knew no words could placate her. Nothing I said would make her feel enough.

I had been there.

But my actions could help her. It was why I needed a way out.

“I promise you I am working on your case. And I promise you that the next time we meet, you’ll be free.”

I dragged my feet past the sea of people. As usual, no one acknowledged my presence. At least that was better than the demeaning glares they threw.

I had always wondered why I was treated like that. Was any of Mr. Knight’s assistants usually treated like an alien? I doubted.

If anything, I should be reverenced with a level of respect.

But it was the exact opposite. Which left me with one, glaring reason: Social strata.

This was a highly notable firm, and about seventy percent of the employees were elites, or at least privileged individuals. Of course, a good number of them were Harvard lawyers.

But did I look below standard?

Whatever. I was here and that’s all that mattered.

“Oof,” my butt collided with the hard floor as I stumbled into an obstacle. Immediately scampering off the floor, I found brown eyes staring at me.

“I’m sorry,” The concern on Jack’s face was apparent.

“It’s fine. I wasn’t looking where I was going anyway.”

He lowered himself to pick up my bag that had fallen. “May I ask why?”

“Why what?” I retrieved the bag from his outstretched hand.

“Why you weren’t looking.”

Oh…

“It’s,” I eyed his listening form. Somehow, I felt compelled to tell him everything. “There’s this case and there just seems to be no way out of it.”

“I don’t want to probe but whatever this case is has definitely got you worked up. It’s in your eyes.”

I sighed.

“But never think a case is a dead end. There’s always a way out.”

“Even when I don’t have access to evidence?”

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