I dialled my lawyer's number and waited for him to pick up my call.

We were in the middle of our discussion when Andrew barged in again, holding three long folders of a different color, but I simply motioned him to put them inside my drawer on the left side.

"What is this?" I heard him mumble and I furrowed my eyebrows when he stood up with a small white box in his hands.

Then I remembered the package Denise told me a few weeks ago. I didn't touch it then and completely ...