My Poor Secretary's
The Part 73
“Good idea, Steve. Where is that woman now?” Danzel approved the assistant's proposal. After all, there was already real evidence that Alcie got battered due to a fight with that person.
“Still in custody, sir. He did not contact any relatives as a guarantor,” explained Steve who had indeed scraped information from his friend who worked as a police officer there. It could be at any time needed and it was true that his boss was happy with the news he was telling.
“Tumben once someone resigned to prison,” Danzel said. He was curious about the woman to the point of not intending to get out of the bars.
“He is indeed a subscription in and out of jail, Sir. Maybe it's normal,” reply Steve then. He also did not know exactly what the reason behind the tattooed woman's passport was.
“OK, you go to the police station and guarantee the guy to get out. Directly offer him to work as my female bodyguard!” tell Danzel firmly. Feeling that he had enough chatter, he turned the body to return to his room.
“Master, don't forget to go home to Pattinson mansion. It could be that Mrs Megan bothered me all night if you didn't follow her.” Steve reminds his boss before Danzel's body completely disappears from his sight.
“Iya!” Danzel did not turn around in the least. He continued the work that was still mounting.
Steve goes to the elevator and goes down to the basement to do his job. To the police station meets a tattooed woman who she herself does not yet know her name.
Steve meets his friend who works as a police officer. He asked to be reunited with the woman who was told to him a few days ago.
“Wait a minute, I'll pick him up.” Steve's friend resigned from a room that is not too wide, a regular place to visit prisoners there.
“I stay out,” say goodbye to friend Steve after giving orders to his prisoner sitting in front of an assistant CEO of Patt Group that.
“OK, thank you for helping me,” Steve said.
In that room there were only two of them left. Steve watched the motion of the woman before him who kept staring at him sharply without fear.
“Did you look for me just to look at me?” scold the woman. For a long time they kept silent without talking until he felt a waste of valuable time that should be used to sleep in a holding cell.
“Oh, sorry. Introduce me first, I'm Steve.” He reached out, took the post but ignored it and made her pull the limb again.
“Live at the core, what do you want?” ask the woman without further ado. It's impossible if someone is looking for him but has no purpose.
Steve was impressed with the woman. Firm and do not like pleasantries. “What's your name?”
The woman smiled cynically, leaning on the back of the chair, crossing her arms and legs. She looks so fierce to the size of a woman who should be meek. “You're funny too, yeah! Could ask the police to meet me but not know my name!”
Sparky but very piercing. The woman's words can even make Steve not dwell to answer.
