The Perfect Man For The Perfect Woman

Chapter 9

November 21, 2016

After some amazing more days in Spain we return back home. We have breakfast at home then Andrew leaves to work. We just got back.

Arthur gave me one day more to relax before coming to work tomorrow.I was glad at first but now that I am home alone being in the office doesn't sound so bad. I'll just pass by then go and see Tiffany,she's in town for a week or so.

Then I could go to Robert and work on my case.I have my entire day plan,I am not sitting at home watching soap opera the whole day. So I put on my blue jeans, a red designer top and leave the house

"Amberly," I say and she leaps out of her chair and wraps her arms around me.

"Aren't you supposed to come to work tomorrow rather?" She asks arms still around me.

"I wanted to speak to Arthur. He is here,right?" I say and get out of her tight grip.

"Yes,he's here. How was the trip?"

"Amazing,I'll tell you more later" I start to walk away.

"Okay,bye" Amberly returns back to her seat.

"Oh and Amberly?" I turn back.

"Mmhm?" She hums.

"Please send me Robert's address" I say and she nods.

I pass by Arthur's assistant and she tells me I can enter. He scolds me when I enter, telling me I should be at home resting instead of being here.

"A simple hello would have done great, Arthur" I sit in the chair opposite him.

"Sorry,how was your trip?" He asks.

"Good,I have a new client. Vienna Clark"

"London...." Arthur starts but I cut in.

"She is still sorting out the details so I can still work on Robert's case"

He smiles. "Even if I say no you will not listen"

I nod. He signs in defeat. "Go ahead"

"Thanks,Arthur. I'm going back home now" I get up.

"Have a nice day," He says.

"You too," I leave the office. When I get into my car I get a message from Amberly,Robert's address.She also added that she called him and he would be expecting me.

Well it seams Tiff would have to wait a little more. Robert lives in an area I have never been to before. I stop my car in front of his house,it looks okay. It is kind of small and has a small garden in front. I see peppers, tomatoes and some flowers.

I knock on the door and a man in a polo shirt and baggey jeans opens the door. He looks about 40 years or it's the drugs he used to do that is making him so old.

"Hi I'm London Simmons, the lawyer you hired" I say. "You are Robert,right? My assistant called earlier"

"Please come in" I smile and walk into the house behind him. It looks nice inside. There is a living room to my right and a small kitchen to my left, up ahead is a narrow hallway with three doors.

"Please have a seat. Should make coffee or tea or do you want fruit juice?" He asks clearly nervous.

"Water will be fine" I sit down on the worn out couch.

He brings me a glass and a bottle of water. I say thank you and pour a bit into the glass and drink.

"So tell me about your daughter. How old is she? How's your relationship with her?" I ask.