Page 27 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

Just like my dad did after my mom left him. Didn’t want to face his faults. His flaws.

“Why did you meet him that day?” I ask, wanting to get the bigger picture.

“He asked me to. He begged me. Not that I would have agreed, but when he said that he wanted to use the ring to pay for his rent since he just got fired, I agreed.”

“I could have given the ring to his attorney,” Savannah says as she runs her fingers through her hair, “but I wanted to see the look of defeat on his face.”

“I wanted to taste my revenge. Stupid, I know,” she shakes her head.

“That’s it,” she shrugs. “That’s the entire story. We met at the restaurant. I shouted a bit. I said something about revenge, and then I walked out. I don’t know why someone would think I would want to kill him based on just a couple of words said in anger.”

I turn to Savannah.

“You know better than to reduce it to just a couple of words. People kill their spouses after an argument all the time.”

“Right,” she says and purses her lips.

The firm’s office building comes into view, and I pull my car into the executive parking space.

“Thank you for giving me a ride,” Savannah says.

“Like I said, I’ll have someone on your case. All you need to do is tell him everything,” I say, exiting the car. She does the same from the other side.

“Everything I’ve told you?” She asks.

I shake my head. “Just…just leave out the part where you talk about your history with Brandon. Unless he asks.”

Savannah nods.

“I’ll be in touch,” I add before walking away. As I enter the building, I cannot help but steal one last look.

But I see Savannah walking away from the building. Where is she headed?I wonder. Hopefully, somewhere where she doesn’t say anything to incriminate herself.

***

“Are you…?” Peter rubs his chin, “I don’t know how to ask this.”

“Okay?” I nudge, moving my chair from side to side. “Say it however you think it’ll get the message across.”

He nods. “Okay. Are you friends with Savannah? Or is she working on a project with you?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Because someone said they saw her getting out of your car this afternoon, and I know that unless you sought her out, that couldn’t have happened.”

Shit.

I quickly scramble around in my head for a lie. “Yes,” I nod. “She is working on a project with me. It’s a delicate case, and I needed someone to assist. I know she’s competent, so I chose her.”

“If you have a problem with that, I could—"

Peter lifts his hand. “Oh no. No, I don’t have a problem with it. I’m happy, actually.”

“Happy?”

“Yeah. I didn’t want my relationship with her to cause any problems, especially after I told you she wouldn’t want to have anything to do with me.”

“I didn’t want you to have to pick sides,” Peter explains.