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 drove as quickly as I could to the police station. I had called Dylan before I left the office, and the plan was that he would meet me there. I was glad for that. I had never bailed anyone out of jail before. I wasn’t even sure where to go or who to talk to. I parked my car outside the station a
My mouth dropped at Dylan’s statement. As close as Dylan and Logan seemed to be, why would Logan hide something this big from him? Maria would be the first person I would go to the second I was engaged. Why was everything that involved this marriage such a big secret to everyone, including Logan’s c
Logan hesitated, instantly regretting his promise to tell them how he met his wife. He did not want to talk about any of this in front of Hazel. She was potentially his assistant. Every interaction with her should be strictly business. But Dylan knew how to push Logan. He was very good at getting wh
The two ran out after that and found a wedding chapel that was still open and got married. “Anyway,” Logan said, snapping back to the present moment. “One thing led to another, and she asked me to marry her. So I did.” Logan suddenly wished he hadn’t offered to tell the story at all. “After on
Hazel put her purse in the back seat of her car while Logan walked around to the passenger side of the car. He started to get inside the car, then noticed Dylan had leaned against the driver’s side door, clearly not ready to let Hazel go just yet. He stood up and narrowed his eyes at Dylan, not dari
“I don’t know. I don’t get involved in the personal lives of those who work under me. My relationship with her is strictly professional. And I would appreciate if you, my lawyer, would do the same.” “Woah, hello Mr. CEO. What’s your deal? I just asked a simple question,” Dylan said. “Oh come o
“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