Chapter 173: Clara's Choice (3)

The male receptionist brought up his wrist to check his watch for the time. 

'Almost 6 pm,' he thought.

He had worked with his boss long enough to deduce what was about to happen. At least, he was pretty certain of it because a leopard never changed its spots!

He smirked, "Well, I better get off of work now since I have an early start tomorrow, and the prosecutor probably will have a late end today."

He packed his things into his small briefcase and was gone without looking back. However, he made sure to close the door firmly behind him as if the office was closed for the day.

Inside the office, Clara took a seat in front of the prosecutor, perching at the edge of her seat.

"Mrs Wendover? I believe?"

Clara nodded, her mind wandering, trying to figure out what to do once she had the audience.

"What may I do for you this evening?"