"I need the case notes on the Murray case," Cary informed his secretary as she walked along the halls of Lockhart and Gardner.
"And I need a two week holiday away from you," Isabelle replied to Cary, looking up at him with an innocently placed smile on her face. "It seems we both aren't getting what we want."
"Do I have to tell your father that my own PA is not being useful?" Cary asked, his hand resting on top of his heart. "That would kill me."
"I'll have them to you in the next ten minutes," Isabelle told him through gritted teeth and he nodded once at her.
"Good," he said. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"
Cary ventured off into his own office, shutting the door quickly as Isabelle took her seat at her desk and began to switch the computer on, looking into the private space he had.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" she spoke in a high pitched voice, mocking Cary's own tone as she clicked quickly on her mouse, allowing the piece of technology to feel the full force of her annoyed manner.
"What has the mouse done to you?" Maria asked her friend, perching herself at the side of her desk as Isabelle remained looking at her computer screen.
"I'd like to pretend the mouse is Cary 'I'm a complete pompous arse' Agos," she replied back, grabbing the printing of the case notes from the printer she kept under her desk.
"What has he done now?"
"He accused me of living off my father!" Isabelle hissed and Maria bit down on the breakfast bar she was eating, swinging her legs as she sat on the desk and looked to the ceiling for a moment.
"He kind of has a point," she admitted and Isabelle cocked a brow, looking up at her.
"Excuse me?"
"Well your father did get you the job here...and he did pay for your apartment..."
"You're only sticking up for him because he's hot," Isabelle muttered and Maria shrugged
"I'm a single, young woman," she said. "It's only right I agree with the rest of the world in the fact that Cary Agos is fit."
"I don't think he is," Isabelle sighed out.
"You wouldn't," Maria snorted. "Besides, he's not a bad guy. I heard him being nice to a rape victim the other day."
"Well he can't exactly be mean to her, can he?" Isabelle checked with her friend who pursed her lips and cocked her head to the side before nodding.
"I suppose you're right," she said.
"Why would it be so hard for him to print off the case notes? He emailed them to me in the first place to print off when he could have done it himself and saved himself the bother of waiting for me."
"You are so blind," Maria chuckled lightly and Isabelle stapled the notes together, checking her email as she did so.
"How so?"
"Why else would a guy want to get you to do stuff?"
"To be an annoying prick?"
"No," Maria said. "It's obvious he is getting you to do stuff because he clearly wants to talk to you."
"Or annoy me?"
"Annoyance is one sign of flirtation," Maria said and Isabelle stood up, snorting.
"I don't think so," she said and walked off to Cary's office, opening the door and seeing him sitting at his desk, pen in his hand as he twirled it.
"I have the notes," she simply said, resting them onto his desk and looking at him.
"Thank you very much Miss Daniels," he told her. "I really don't know why you made such a fuss."
"I really don't know why you couldn't print them out yourself," Isabelle told him and Cary shrugged.
"You've done it now," he said. "It is no big deal."
"Whatever you say Mr Agos," she replied, unable to find herself interested in speaking with him or making a mountain out of a mole hill.
...
"No!" Isabelle snapped as she sat in her car in the parking lot. She hit the wheel of the silver sedan and leant back in her leather seat, pushing her hair from her eyes and sighing once as she did so. She turned the key in the ignition again but the car refused to spring to life. Climbing from the metal she looked around, noting her lights at the front were on and she sighed. She had drained the battery after forgetting to turn them off.
"Great," she moaned, settling down on the bonnet of her car and calling for a tow to a garage.
...
"What do you mean an hour?" was the first thing which Cary heard as he and Alicia made their way into the almost deserted parking garage. The two of them looked at the source of the yelling and then looked at each other with raised brows.
"Alicia!" a sudden voice shouted out and she turned around, seeing Will stood there and moving over to the two of them.
"Well I'm telling you that I need my car fixed or else I'm stuck here and I am seriously not impressed! You're supposed to be available anytime and this is just crap!"
"Is that Miss Daniels?" Will asked, noting her sat on the bonnet of her car.
"Apparently so," Cary said. "I'll go and help her out. You talk to Alicia."
"Cheers," Will nodded and Alicia followed him back away from the car park. Cary moved over to Isabelle as she hung her phone up and dropped it onto her silver bonnet, tossing her head back in annoyance.
"Problem?" Cary asked her.
"A bigger one now that you're here," she murmured and jumped off her car.
"No need to be like that," he told her. "I came to see if you wanted any help."
"You've never wanted to help me before. If anything you go out your way to annoy me."
"Come on," Cary shrugged, "I'm trying to be nice. Do you need a ride home?"
"I'm supposed to wait with my car," she replied and Cary shrugged.
"It's winter," he said. "It's freezing in here and I imagine your car is just as cold. I'll give you a lift and you can sort your car out tomorrow."
"Why would you want to help?"
"Do you want a lift or not Daniels?" he said quickly. "I'm only going to ask again once."
"Okay," she said quickly. "Thanks."