Blake tapped the tip of his fountain pen along the edge of his desk trying to work out his next move with the Benson case. A high valued client of his father's that had been passed down to him, another test to see if Blake could handle the pressure of running Harding Law when the time came for his father to step down.
But no matter how many times Blake voices his concern that he was not ready and he didn't want that kind of responsibility as his age, his father disagreed. Slamming the folder closed on his desk and dropping his pen, he reached for his cup of coffee and sipped slowly on the warming liquid.
Groaning as he heard his speaker phone buzz "Mr Blake. You have a guest requesting to see you. A Miss Stackhouse. Should I send her in?"
Blake paused and froze, nearly spilling his coffee down his shirt. "Yes. Send her in" he instructed and let out a breath ending the call.
Sookie was here. How did she find him?