I wasn’t sure how to respond. He’d never even come close to having a personal and vulnerable conversation with me. Nor had I for that matter, with someone higher up than me. “Sir, I would never make a joke over something like this,” I said. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. “This is just not how I
The other candidates and I joined Logan in the middle of the room. I caught a glimpse of Elena at her desk. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her. I guess she still hadn’t gotten over being kicked out of the running so quickly. I gave her a little wave. She flipped me off. “As
“I’m not Elena,” I muttered bitterly. How could anyone actually believe that I would do that just to get ahead at work? “Excuse me?” Peter said, narrowing his eyes at me. “I said…I did not do anything of the sort.” “No? I have documented proof of these sexual advances.” He tapped his computer
I sat at my desk, my head in my hands. I hadn’t slept at all the night before. I could not believe I was about to lose this position that I had just gotten. I couldn’t bear the thought of it. It was the only good thing I had going in my life. And Logan! I felt sick at the thought of betraying him
I held the key in front of the lock to my parents’ front door and paused. Nothing in me wanted to go inside, but I didn’t really have a choice. I needed more of my things if I was going to continue to stay at work comfortably. I put the key in the lock and turned the knob as slowly and quietly as
“You…what?” I asked. “Please,” Chance leaned himself on my car, unable to stand any longer, apparently. “I made a huge mistake. I want you back.” “How much have you had to drink?” I asked him. “This many,” he slurred. He held up nine fingers, looked at his hands, then put up the tenth finger.
Peter raised his index finger and gestured for me to come to him. I looked back towards Logan and Dylan. If only they could save me from Peter too. I walked as slowly as I possibly could to his office. I didn’t have any answers for him yet. I was hoping if I dragged my feet enough some miracle wou
Dylan stopped at Hazel’s desk. Logan noticed a significant change in her the moment she saw Dylan. She sat straight up and smiled wide, playing with her hair as she spoke. Logan wished desperately he could hear what they were talking about. Logan looked at his watch. 12:02. Now Dylan was officia
“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