The Benson, Walters, & Shore building was a seven storey building, and Samuel Walters worked on the seventh floor. He had a lavish office, as expected of a partner at one of the top law firms in the city.
His secretary showed Detective Watson and Sheryl Holmes in. “These detectives are looking for you, sir.”
Samuel Walters looked up from his computer, “Thank you, Cindy.”
Cindy left the room, and Samuel Walters stood up and gestured at the chairs in front of his desk, “Please, have a seat, detectives.”
The two detectives sat down, and Samuel Walters continued, “So, what may I do for the two of you?”
Sheryl looked at Samuel's face and saw that his lips had some sort of unnatural red colouring on them. Perhaps it was lipstick? Breathing in, Sheryl also noticed the faint smell of perfume coming from Samuel's direction.
“Mr. Walters,” Watson started, “We've just been informed that you were cheating on your wife.”
Samuel's face flinched for a second before it reverted back to his calm expression. “I don't have to answer that, detectives.”
“Oh yes, you do,” Sheryl stood up and slammed her hands on the desk. With anger in her voice, she continued, “We have another private detective who can confirm that you're a cheater!”
Samuel took a look at Sheryl's angry face, then he took a look at Watson's shocked face, and decided to call their bluff, “Alright, show me the evidence then.”