Michael's POV
"Send the files to my office." I told the detective over the phone. He hadn't reached out to me for days because I told him I wanted a thorough investigation, and now, I hope what he had for me was worth the wait.
I was hunched over my desk, trying to picture what the information could be. It could tip the scales, that could untangle the mess I was trying to sort. As I thought about this, then the phone rang, pulling me from my thoughts. I barely looked at the screen as I picked it up, knowing it was my secretary.
"Mr. Michael," her voice cracked on the other end, professional as ever, but there was an edge to it. A slight hesitation.
"Yeah?" I responded absently, eyes still on the files, a finger tracing the edge of one page.
"There's a woman here to see you," she said, her tone clipped. "She won't leave without seeing you."