Once Dylan and Logan’s voices were gone, I walked to Maria’s desk. She was standing, tidying up the pens and paperwork on her desk. She looked up when I got close. “Oh hey! I was just about to come grab you for lunch,” she smiled at me. Then she frowned. “Have you been crying? What’s wrong?” “I’
The bartender laughed at my request. “Oh, you mean Peter Cheater and the Man Eater? How much time do you have?” I smiled at Maria. Finally. Finally it seemed I would get something on him that would help me. “Is it weird to say I love you so soon?” I asked the bartender. He smiled at me. “It wo
After Maria and I left Harlow’s the night before, I drove her to the nearest grocery store. “What are we doing here?” She had asked me. I explained that we needed to get Peter drunk while he was at work, so I could ask him questions in front of Logan that would hopefully incriminate him and get hi
Logan narrowed his eyebrows at Peter and crossed his arms. “Oh?” He asked, not at all amused by the spectacle that was unfolding before him. I grabbed Maria’s arm. Was he about to start dropping confessions all by himself? This was going to be way easier than I thought. Peter closed his eyes and
A chill went down my spine at Elena’s words. Some people say things like that but don’t actually mean it. Elena Sheffield, however, was a woman of her word. I’ve seen her seek vengeance on others for far less. I suddenly felt very nauseous. Elena strutted away and I booked it to the bathroom. I
“A stalker?” I asked, stunned and weirdly jealous. Of course Natalie would have a stalker, as beautifully stunning as she was. I would never be pretty enough for that. I was more surprised it hadn’t happened sooner. “Ugh, mom, he’s not a stalker. Just…an enthusiastic fan,” Natalie shrugged. “A f
There was only one thing to do: consult the bestie. I walked back to my night stand and grabbed my phone. “You up?” I sent Maria. “Yeah, what’s up?” She sent back surprisingly quickly. I started to type out the whole situation, then erased all of it. This was too much for a text conversation.
My heart pounded in my chest. Did Nat’s stalker know where she lived? Was he waiting for her to get back home? The thought sent chills down my spine. I looked around the kitchen for a weapon. Carefully navigating around the glass on the floor, I grabbed the biggest knife in the block and made my way
“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