“I think what Veronica meant to say was that she’ll bring out our finest bags at once for you to look at,” Mr. Morgan said, making Veronica shrink into herself. “Yes sir, of course, right away,” she hurried towards the back of the store. “Please follow me,” Mr. Morgan said, leading Logan and me
“Please, I insist,” Logan pressed the money into her palm. She blushed. “That is too kind…thank you sir,” she pocketed the money. “Please, let me know if there’s anything else I can get you.” Logan nodded and she returned to stocking shelves. Veronica returned moments later, carrying at least
After finally tracking down the nearest bus stop, I stepped onto the bus and made my way to an empty seat. I leaned my forehead against the window and looked out. I noticed a large smear of something off-white just inches from my face and sat up quickly. I shuddered. I hugged my purse to my chest
That’s none of your business, I wanted to say. But instead I just said, “Chianti. It’s a wine bar.” Rachel’s brow furrowed. “Hang up, he shouldn’t be calling you outside of work,” she whispered to me. I waved her off. “How soon can you get back to work? I need you to do something for me,” Logan
Natalie bolted upright. Half a second later, Chance also groggily sat up. They were both - it seemed by the way they rushed to pull a blanket over themselves - completely naked under those covers. My covers. I was suddenly wide awake. “What the hell Natalie?” I picked up the clothes off the fl
*** I walked into the office and dropped my purse onto my desk. I was wide awake now. Trying to sleep would be pointless. I gathered my notebook and pen and walked down to Logan’s office to grab some documents. I needed a distraction, and planning this ceremony seemed perfect for that. Maybe I’d
That Friday, I was running around the conference room with my clipboard, checking with the caterers and decorators to make sure everything was perfect for Logan’s welcome ceremony, which was set to start in… I checked my watch. Ten minutes. “This is in God’s hands now,” I said to myself, walking
“Oh, how clumsy of me,” he said, his cheeks turning red. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you a new one,” I said and bent over to pick up the dropped one. As I reached the fork, I heard a loud rip and my dress pants suddenly felt much looser in the rear. My eyes bulged and I jumped up, covering my freshly e
“I’ve been in this game for too long,” Senior said. “When I first got the news, I could only think about my legacy. I became obsessed with it. I’m not like you, Walter. I didn’t think about my family, or anyone else. Only myself.” “It’s hard to teach an old dog new tricks,” Mr. Hudgens said. He la
“Janice,” Senior said. All smug arrogance disappeared from his voice. “What are you doing here?” “At first I didn’t think I would come,” Janice replied. “After all these years… I didn’t want to see your face ever again for as long as I lived. Better to leave well enough alone. But… after hearing e
I glanced down at my pink blouse and gray slacks. What was so wrong with my outfits? I dressed professionally… mostly. He really thought I needed supervision to pick out an outfit.Looking at Logan, I saw my own disbelief mirrored back at me. This was absolutely ridiculous.“Is that it?” Walter aske
In front of the partition screen, a large table had been assembled, with rows of chairs on either side, facing each other. We took our side, and Senior and his team of lawyers took theirs. There were so many lawyers that many of them had to stand.Senior sat across from Logan, though his glare of di
“He might surprise us,” Dylan said, a shred of hope in his voice, under a healthy level of cynicism.“Don’t hold your breath,” Frank replied.“The problem is we don’t know fully what to expect,” Mabel said. “Well – other than Senior being a crotchety asshole who will try to cheat us at every turn. W
“It’s time to talk to Logan and Hazel and stop this whole thing,” Dylan said. “You are outnumbered and outmatched, with so many people ready to stand against you.”Opening the top of the folder, Senior glared down at the stack of papers in the stack. “Disgruntled former employees. Fake friends. Fami
“We were just hoping to talk to her,” I said.The man’s brow lifted slightly. “Are you selling something? Wait -- why do you look familiar?” Narrowing his eyes, he gazed at us with suspicion. Then, suddenly, recognition must have struck him because his eyes widened. “You’re those people from the new
Despite the general unpleasantness of the conversation with the mayor and the governor, they eventually agreed to let us go. They had no real reason to hold us, and Logan saw through their veiled threats easily enough.In fact, he even seemed to make them feel to make them feel like unsupportive fri
That day, we changed our minds and decided to release six interviews to the website, with Michael Hatfield’s being the final. Overnight, the story gained so much national traction that the sheriff and two security men show up at our door.“Logan Hatfield? Hazel Whitaker? The mayor wants to speak wit