Chapter 40

• “What are you thinking about?” Atticus’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked at him long and hard and tried to figure out why he didn’t look like a cheater. As handsome and respectable as the man was, it didn’t change the fact that he was a cheating bastard.
• “Nothing. Focus on your work and don’t mind me” I told him and turned over in my seat. I was in his office again and not the one at home, the real one.
• He had been surprised to see me in his office, especially carrying a lunch box and I was pleased to see he had his head buried in between files and not between another woman’s legs.