Forty eight

What can I do to her? I’m innocent.” Frank lifted his hands, shaking his head. Then, he quickly walked up to the sofa and sat beside Michael. “I only did what you asked me to do. I didn’t expect her to misunderstand me. Trust me, I have nothing to do with her. But think about it. I’ve been helping her time and again. It’s natural for her to think I’m interested in her.”

Michael closed the file in his hand and sneered, “Wow! That’s great! I did everything, but you got the credit.” “That’s because she has never seen you here. I have been standing up for her every time she has encountered a problem. Look, I don’t want things to be this way either.” Frank shook his head and put on his glass.