The Good Guy

Michael POV:

I was as sombre as the melancholic weather. I could see the sign of agitation on my workers face, probably worried about the hell that comes with my dark mood. They could already envision an hell of a day. It was quite the opposite, I didn't flinch over a mundane situation nor a critical one. I was quiet the whole day, I could imagine bewilderment on the faces of my worker at the end of the when I gave none a bad time, which was quite the contrast to my promise to Aurora.

My telephone rang, I picked up at once.

"You have a call from Mr. Aiyelero" Libby said

'That damn bastard' I muttered under breath, I've been trying to reach for quite a while. His secretary always gave the excuse he was out of town anytime I called his workplace and his personal number was always unreachable. It was one of the reason I always got fed up with divorce cases, it can't be finalize till both party signs it. Most often than not, one of them is always unwilling to sign, which was the case for