"Mr Agos," a sudden voice spoke as a tall man entered Cary's office without knocking. Cary looked up from the work he was doing with a puzzled expression before he stood up, taking the man's outstretched hand and shaking it. "I trust you remember me."

"Of course," Cary nodded, slowly allowing his eyes to slyly glance out into the office area where he saw Isabelle stood, her eyes piercing the room as she gave him a shrug and Cary looked back at the man. "Mr Daniels."

"Yes," the man nodded once. "I understand you and my daughter have become quite close."

"Well," Cary said, sitting back down in his leather chair as the man sat opposite him on the sofa and Cary once again looked out where Isabelle was answering the phone. "Your daughter and I have become good friends."

"I hear you have been more than friends Mr Agos," the man chuckled, playing with the wedding ring which occupied his finger, smirking down at his lap. His black hair was worn slicked back and his clothes were expensive. He wore a suit but no tie, much like Isabelle had told Cary.

"And how would you have heard this sir?" Cary asked him, flattening out his own tie as Ian Daniels looked back up at the young lawyer.

"Kalinda," he simply replied. "She's an excellent source to have around."

"Ah," Cary said simply. "I suppose it helps that she works in the same firm as your daughter?"

"You could say that," the man shrugged. "I initially asked her to watch over Isabelle to make sure she didn't relapse." Ian said, looking out at where his daughter was, Will Gardner leaning over her shoulder as she showed him some paperwork. "But then Kalinda came to me with the news Isabelle had taken refuge at your apartment."

"Yes," Cary nodded. "I suppose you know what has been happening?"

"Yes," he replied. "I took Isabelle out for dinner and she explained it all. I insisted she come back to live with me."

"Oh," Cary said flatly.

"It is nothing personal Cary," Ian said. "Isabelle appears to be getting along splendidly with you...although I never thought she hated you in the first part."

"We had our differences," he admitted.

"You see I have an issue Cary," Ian replied. "My daughter has never been in a proper relationship as I am sure you're aware."

"She has informed me," Cary said.

"And every man who has ever come into her life has simply used her," Ian said softly, but a hint of deadliness rang in his voice. "And I've wanted to hurt them all."

"I can understand."

"Please be sure that you will be no different," Ian looked into Cary's eyes and Cary said nothing in return for a moment. "I thank you for looking after Isabelle and I thank you for making sure she has her every whim and need catered to. But I will take over until this mess is cleaned up."

"I would not hurt her," Cary said. "You have my word."

Ian chuckled for a moment, looking back out at his daughter as she conversed with Will. "A promise form a lawyer is not one considered valuable."

"Well think of this as me giving you my word as a man," Cary said.

"Okay," Ian said after a moment's pause. "And I also have it on good news that I know who the new intern is going to be." Ian stood up and Cary did the same, his eyes eager and waiting for the answer.

"Are you allowed to share that information with me?"

"No," Ian said. "But Alicia is the favourite."

Cary sighed once, settling into his chair again and looking at the carpet. He could soon be out of a job and then he would have no idea what to do or where to go. Ian went into his pocket and pulled out a small card, handing it to Cary.

"Glenn Childs is the Cook County States Attorney," Ian handed him the card and Cary looked at it. "Mention my name and it can open you all types of doors."

...

"I still wish you had come to me earlier Is," Ian told his daughter as he stood in the kitchen and she set the table, wondering what Cary was doing. "I could have had this problem solved hours ago."

"I didn't know what to do daddy," Isabelle complained. "He took me by surprise."

"Well you're here now," Ian said and kissed her on the forehead, pushing her blonde hair from her cheek. "I'll look after you."

"I don't need looking after," she told her father, going back to setting the table. "I just need him to not want to hurt me."

"That is happening as we speak," Ian assured her. "I'm going to take of everything."

"I know your methods daddy," Isabelle sighed and he shook his head.

"What the police don't know won't hurt them," he promised her. "He's a bad person who is trying to hurt my daughter. He gets what he deserves."

"But I wish you'd work inside the law," she pleaded with him and he shrugged.

"Lockhart and Gardner know what I do and they deal with my legitimate business," he assured her. "I'm not a full time crook."

"I wish you weren't even a part time one," she exasperated.

"I'm not," he said. "I just know people. I only use them when I need to. Like now."

"I still don't like it," Isabelle informed him and she pursed her lips.

"You don't need to like it," he replied. "I had a word with Cary today too."

"I saw," she muttered. "What did you say to him?"

"I just gave him some friendly advice," Ian promised her. "I didn't scare him off if you're worried he won't be interested anymore."

"No," Isabelle replied. "Besides, we're just friends."

"Why does your blush tell me otherwise?" he asked her and she shrugged.

"You're imagining things," she told him.

"I'm your dad Isabelle," he said simply. "You can't hide things from me."

...

Isabelle tapped her finger on the desk nervously as everyone else in the office began to leave the following night. She sat at her desk, waiting for Cary to come back after being told if he had been given the internship. She saw Alicia move back to her office first and they looked at each other as Alicia offered her a small smile and opened her door, grabbing her coat and bag and then leaving the office. She'd left the photo of her family which only meant one thing. Isabelle sighed and stood up, walking into Cary's office and sitting down on his leather chair before she saw him come in and he looked at her.

"I know," she said and he nodded at her once.

"I knew it was going to happen," he said as she stood up and he took the seat in his chair for the last time. "I just didn't want it too."

"There are still other firms out there," she assured him as he grasped onto her wrist and dragged her back to him, making her settle down on his lap as he wrapped his arms round her waist.

"At least you won't have to make me coffee," he told her and she laughed, resting her head on his chest and placing her hands onto his shoulders.

"I suppose that's a good thing."

"And you won't have to talk about me in the staff room because of how I'm such an arsehole."

"Gosh, there are many good things to you not getting this job."

"You could look at it like that," he whispered. "And I can't be fired for intimacy with my secretary."

"But your secretary could still be fired," she pointed out and Cary shrugged.

"There's no one here," he said. "Will and Diane are talking in their office."

"So what do you think you'll do?" Isabelle asked.

"Follow some advice I was given."