I studied her. It was unlike Natalie to not gush about her life, especially in regards to a guy she was into. She normally gave anyone in earshot every little boring detail. I looked to Mom for an answer and she shrugged. “Don’t ask me,” she said. “We haven’t gotten any more than that out of her e
The following Monday, I woke up earlier than usual so I could grab Logan’s favorite breakfast for him: black coffee and a ham and cheese croissant from the small bakery a few doors down from the office. I wasn’t sure how he was feeling about me today. I still hadn’t had a chance to explain my side o
I ran over to the sink. I grabbed a few paper towels, got them wet, and scrubbed furiously at my top. My efforts only results in a now completely soaked shirt. After a minute of scrubbing, I threw the wad of wet paper towels into the sink and grabbed the edge of the counter with both hands, tremblin
Logan and Dylan followed the hostess to their table. She pointed to their chairs, and handed them each a menu once they had each sat down. “Enjoy!” She said cheerily and hurried back to the hostess stand. Logan quickly glanced over the menu, “Well, I have to admit Hazel did better with picking
-Dylan” I set the card down and pulled the tissue paper out of the bag. I peeked inside and pulled out a silky black blouse. I gasped. It was beautiful. Tears stung my eyes and I covered my mouth with one hand. Besides Maria, I couldn’t think of a single person that had ever shown me such kindness
I couldn’t sleep again that night. I tossed and turned at the thoughts of the roller coaster that had been that day. I rolled onto my left side. The blouse that Dylan bought me was hanging from a hanger on my closet doorknob and it caught my eye. I smiled, then my eyes grew wide and that smile tur
Instead of responding, Maria walked the fastest I have ever seen her move over to my desk. “Mike and I are currently in the cold phase of our hot and cold…whatever this is,” Maria whispered to me. “Why?” I looked around. Elena was staring hard at us, I discovered. “Not here,” I said. “Maybe we
By 6 pm, the office was a ghost town, just as I had hoped. Maria and Mike walked in from the direction of the elevators, both of them giggling and slightly disheveled. Looked like they were on again, I thought with a shudder. I grabbed a memory stick from my desk drawer and walked over to them.
“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