When I returned to Michael's office, the file was still on his desk.
He pointed towards it.
“This is the agreement I was talking about.”
I picked it up and read through the pages. My name was everywhere.
“I never signed this,” I said, placing it back on the desk.
“I believe you.”
“Then investigate it.”
Michael looked at me, stunned, like he couldn't believe his ears.
“You don't want to know who signed it?”
“No.”
“Mrs Brittany, this could be important.”
“Maybe.”
I slammed the paperwork back to where I took it from.
“But I'm not interested.”
“You mean you’re not interested in knowing how your name ended up in a legal document while you were unconscious?”
“No,” I replied, looking straight into his eyeballs. “I’ve spent much time caring about things that aren't important.”
“Wha
