"You got me all the proofs?" Mr. Atticus asked me, shocked and a proud smile surfaced on my face as I nodded my head, sitting in the passenger seat of his car.
"Of course, I did, Mr. Atticus. Wasn't that the reason you sent me there as Miss Anderson?" I asked him and he blinked, nodding his head.
"But I never thought you'd do something so difficult, so easily. Are you sure, you didn't mess up?" He asked me and I narrowed my eyes in displeasure. Why can't this guy trust me for doing something right?
"How about I take you to Mr. Ryder and you ask him if I messed up our deal? I'm sure he'll tell you nicely how good I was in my acting. After all, I am your secretary, Sir. I am smiling all the time, even the times I want to do nothing but strangle your neck. But you never get to know that
