Catching a suspect!

“Are you ready?” Funke asked me, as she sat down on the other side of my office table.

I sighed, ran a hand through my un-made hair and plopped on my office chair. I stared at Funke who was discharged from the hospital two days ago, and was even more determined to do this.

“I think so. I would be so relieved when all this is over,” I replied and packed my bags before pressing the intercom.

“Brook, can you please come in for a minute?” I said it through the intercom and cut it off when I heard her reply.

I stared at Funke for a bit and she was already looking at me with a sly smile. I rolled my eyes and cleared my throat as Brooklyn walked in.

“Yes, ma’am?” Brooklyn said in her firm voice that I had gotten so used to it. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and flower-patterned shirt. Her hair was combed down like usual.

“I was thinking, my wedding is in almost two months and I haven’t had a break in forever. So, Funke and I wanted to go out for a nice relaxing day and since you h