"Come in." My door opens, and I lift my head to see Gary Shepard, my second boss. "Good afternoon, how can I help you Mr. Shepard?" Gary was wearing his usual suit and tie and fancy shoes.

"Good day, Kari." He spoke with his thick British accent. "I just got a call from the South-Central Police Department, have you ever heard of Matthew Benjamin?" I knew where this was going before it even started. Mr. Shepard only ever comes knocking on my door when he needs a favour or needs me on a case.

"Yes, I know him. He owns Benjamin's shipping."

"Yes, that's him. This morning he was arrested for the murder of Harrison Samuel who was his partner. I'm asking you to take over this case."

"Well, I am very busy right now, Mr. Shepard." I hesitate.

"I know that you are but this case is going to be a big one and I know you can manage it, you'll just have to work a little more extra hours but then, in the end, you'll see that you did the right thing I bought taking it." I heard this speech a hundred times, Mr. Shepard was always throwing these types of cases on me. He knew I was single so to him, I'll always time for an extra case. Now, my desk is full. I have six different cases working on at the moment and this will just make the seventh one.

"Okay, Mr. Shepard. I'll go bail him out now."

"Good girl, I knew I could count on you." He said with a bring grin on his face.

"Of course, you can Mr. Shepard." I return the smile but mine was fake.

"Now, you run down to the station now and get our man out of there." He exits my office and close the door behind him.

I quickly got up from my desk and grab my red Kate Spade bag which happens to be matching with my red heels.

.......

I push the door open. "Stop right there, detective."

This man of mid-forties stands from his chair frowning. "Who are you?"

"Karishma Jones, Mr. Benjamin's attorney at law."

"Your client is a murderer. We find the murder weapon in his house." He spat.

I rolled my eyes.

"Detective, you have no right to be making acquisitions or even questioning my client." Looking over my client I said. "Someone could have easily planted that, what gun there."

"The murder weapon was a knife. The victim was stabbed five times in the chest." I shrug I wasn't told what happens just to get down here as soon as possible.

"Well, someone could plant the knife there as well. I'll be leaving with my client."

"Your client is a murderer." He repeated. I could see all the angry in his face, he was convinced that Mr. Benjamin killed Harrison Samuels.

"Until the court of law finds him guilty, he's nothing but a suspect, detective," I announced.

"A guilty suspect." The detective raged.

"We'll see about that, detective."

"My name is Detective Murdock." the dective was wearing an old suit and old shoes. His beard was unkept and tacky. He was probably divorced. Why else would he be so angry?

"I don't care." I gesture to Mr. Benjamin to stand.

"Little girl, you don't know who you're playing with." He chides.

When Mr. Benjamin stand and walk over to me at the door, I smile at the old detective. "See you in court, detective Murdock. Enjoy the rest of your day."

He rolled his eyes and spat.

I shake my head as I exist the office with my client following closely behind me.

These detectives always think they can intimidate me with their size and age, but It never work. I wasn't afraid of them. And to prove that I wasn't afraid of them I took them on in court on a regular basis and when I win they realize I'm not the Lawyer they want to mess with.

If I had a job, I got it done. There was no way, I'm letting my client go behind bars and even if they do it won't be for long.

I turn Mr. Benjamin who was now sitting in the passenger seat of my Honda Civic, "I don't want to bombard you since you must have had one hell of a night in that nasty cell so I'm going to drop you off, anywhere you choose, and we continue this conversation tomorrow." Mr. Benjamin's red hair was a mess and he had bags under his eyes, it was clear he was exhausted.

He smiles, "Thank you, you handled Old Man Murdock really good" he pulled out his hands for me to shake, "What did you say your name was again?"

I took his hands shake it. "Karishma Jones."

"Nice to meet you and thank you for back there." He said with a smile.

"The pleasure is mine, Mr. Benjamin and I was just doing my job."

"I didn't kill Harrison, he was like a brother to me." As I looked into green eyes, I knew he was telling the truth, now it's just for the jury to believe him. "I was framed."

"Let's leave that for tomorrow. I'll drop you home now and you come to the office tomorrow and we talk about it."

"Okay, I live at 65 Maiden Road."

......

I lifted up the orange juice to check its expiry date, after all, there must be a catch to why they're selling it for only 99 cents. I turn the box upside-down, but the expiry date wasn't at the bottom, so I start turning the box around in my hand until I spot the little black imprints.

"June 9, 2018" I whispered to myself. "Fair enough" then I placed it in my cart. Without looking ahead, I pushed my cart down the hall.

"Ow, my foot" someone yelped as my cart crashed into them.

My eyes moved from the shelves down to the person's feet. "Oh, my god, I'm so sorry..." but I didn't finish my sentence. "Oh, It's you. Now, I know you're definitely stalking me." I rolled my eyes looking at him.

He was starting to annoy me.

He laughs, "Wow, you're one gal. I live 4 minutes away from this Walmart. This is where I shop for groceries." He shakes. "Why am even explaining myself?"

"Well, Well, I live 3 minutes away and I shop here all the time." I defended myself.

"Where do you live?" he asked.

"I'm not telling you where I live."

"I live on James Street in an apartment, you can see the building from here."

"Why are you telling me that, I don't care where you live."

He smiled showing his perfect set of teeth, "For future reference. Now tell me, where do you live?"

Before I could answer someone behind me spoke. "Excuse me."

I quickly turn and look the person then moved my cart out of the way. After which I continued behind her.

"Are you going to answer me?" Seth shouted after me.

I turn to look at him. "No, Goodbye, Seth."

He laughs then turned in his direction and continued shopping.

I turn my head looking at lines but there were all packed. I sighed and went to the nearest one. I was going be here for a while.

"So, we meet again." A voice came from over my shoulder. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him. He just doesn't give him.

"I like your perfume." Ignoring him, I continued to look forward at the line that wasn't moving.

"Nah, we'll be here for a good ten minutes, have you seen what's in that old woman's bag?" I looked up at the older woman that was three persons ahead in the line. Seth was right, her cart was full.

I sigh of frustration and looked over to other lines, which were no better than the one I'm in.

"You're stuck with me."

I shrug. I can't believe I left my phone in the car.

"I don't bite, Karishma." He paused and bent to my ears. "Only if you want me to."

Ignoring I looked at the snack shelf behind me. I took up one of the skittles off the rack, admiring it.

"You know in the dollar store a skittle is only $2 while in here it's $2.65." I place the skittles in my cart just to annoy him.

"Wow, you're a rich girl. I guess that's why you don't want to talk to a poor guy like me." I rolled my eyes. I didn't want to talk to him because he's annoying and the fact that he's seen me half naked eight years ago. No way.

I took up the Trident that on the shelf, not to buy it but to read the instructions just make time go away.

"I don't like Trident, all the favour leaves after three sucks, I prefer tick-tock. Maybe you should get tick-tock." He was really getting on my nerves.

I can honestly say I prefer the high school, Seth. He wasn't this annoying in fact he wouldn't have given me a second look.

I turned and looked into his green eyes. "You're intent on annoying me, aren't you?"

He shrugged, "Well after seeing you three time since the week started I think I deserve your number."

"Why do you want my number?"

"What do people do with other numbers?" answering my question with his own, annoyed me. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Give me one reason why I should give you my number." I lifted my pointing finger up.

"We're both single people who sometimes have nothing to do at home. We can hang out."

"Why would you want to hang out with me?"

He shrugs his shoulder and smirk. "Why not?"

I raised my brows at him. "Okay, I'll give you my number, but we can only be friends."

He smiled, "That's all I want to be," he hands his iPhone over to me. "At least for now." Ignoring his last statement, I add my number to his phone. At first, I was going to add a false number, but I decided not to. Seth was right, I need a little company at times.

What harm could giving him my number cause?