Page 25 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

He frowned. The look in his eyes showed that he understood my dilemma. “I’m sorry, Renee. There’s no way I can help if your boss doesn’t authorize or grant you permission for the search.”

“But if it’s any solace, there’s always more than one piece of evidence. You aren’t just looking enough.”

I narrowed my eyes at his words.

“Say,” he continued. “When all of this is over, what do you say we celebrate over a cup of coffee?”

Uh oh. I was familiar with this plot. Where the good boy falls in love with the girl he can’t have.

Well, not like he looked bad or anything, but I couldn’t just…

At the same time, I couldn’t turn him down. He seemed so sweet and genuine.

“I... I’m not asking you out or anything,” he rushed out as if reading my mind.

Oh?

“It’s just- you’ve noticed the way some of these people are, right? The stares?”

I nodded.

«It’s even worse as a paralegal. I just need someone to talk to here, you know?”

I knew. And I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. It was hard enough, even as a lawyer.

“Of course, I can totally relate.”

“Great. Work buds then?” I giggled when he wiggled his shoulder.

Mimicking his action, I smiled. “Work buds.”

“Don’t forget to give it your all. I want to have a coffee celebration,” he yelled just before he moved to his office.

With a smile, I retreated to the elevator. As it rose to the height of the building, I couldn’t help but think back to Mae.

If only there was an alternative to-

Wait. Suddenly, like a rock it hit me. An idea.

A very different one.

Since accessing the cameras that hung on her neighbour’s apartment, opposite Mae’s house wasn’t possible, we could use witnesses.

Now there were probably no witnesses during the vandalism. And even if there were, they could be scared to stand against the popular bully. But he had friends.

Mae had mentioned something about his friends laughing on one of the occasions.

Friends…That’s it. His friends could have video recordings. Or could be eyewitnesses.

All I had to do was find a reason they would either testify against Sean or hand me the recording, if any.

There had to be a way to talk to one of them.

I had barely entered my office when the phone rang.

Ugh. Can’t a lady have her space?

Walking briskly to my table, I brought the phone to my ear.

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