A cheating woman

A cheating woman Marcus Osborne sat on his office chair with his feet placed on top of his desk. He reflected if any one came into my office at this moment he would think I was the exampel of the happy detective he wouldnt be too far off. Osborne was in his early thirties just over six feet, with strong classic features and thick black hair. He knew he was a handsome man. After three years in the business, his private detective agency had a good review in the city. He was single and in love. The only problem this picture was that the object of his feelings was a married woman.