Chapter 5

"Why do you look so angry?" Carly asked, pure disbelief registered across her face. "You used to like it when I came over."

"That was before--"

"Before what? Before you got me fired?"

"I didn't get you fired, you did that to yourself. I simply exposed the sham you and the judge were perpetrating."

"Mike, I need your help. You know people--"

Mike pulled out his Blackberry, and began checking messages, already dismissing her. "What I know is, you're making me late for work." He started walking away but stopped and looked at her again. "Don't come back here."

"But Mike . . .," Carly faltered.

Mike continued on his way, apparently not giving her a second thought.

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Through the venetian blinds Connie could see Mike at his desk diligently fuddling with his Blackberry and sipping on coffee. The remains of a danish lay on a napkin on his desk!

"Gloria," Connie said to the secretary. "Wanna danish and coffee?"

"Thank you, Miss Rubirosa," the woman answered.

Connie had already turned away, so she didn't notice the bemused look on the woman's face.