“Oh, hey. We haven’t talked about the divorce in awhile,” Dylan said, scanning the lunch menu. “We need to get Natalie’s signature so we can move on to the next step.” “Oh, right. Um…about that…” Logan said, lifting his menu to hide his face from Dylan. Dylan slammed his menu on the table and
Elena. Mother-fucking Elena. I was raging. To my surprise, Dylan walked up behind me as soon as I read the last word on the open document. “Oh my god,” he said, freezing in his tracks. “Dylan!” I said, momentarily forgetting about the mess in my excitement that he was there. He hadn’t messaged
Logan ignored him and stormed over to Elena. “Are you the one that destroyed Hazel’s desk?” “No sir,” Elena said in a small voice, looking down at her desk. “No? So if I pull surveillance footage I won’t see you on there?” Elena’s face turned bright red. It may have been the first time I’ve ev
My mouth dropped open. Dylan and Logan not only stood up to Elena for me, they also paid someone to clean up my desk so I wouldn’t have to? The great feeling from earlier returned, along with some very confusing, very sweat-inducing feelings. I totally get the obsession with knights in shining arm
Logan’s face turned a deep shade of red. He stared at the phone, and seemed uncharacteristically shaken. “If you need to go I understand,” I said gently. “I can handle this decor stuff.” He looked at me, then back at his phone. “How will you get back to the office?” “I’ll figure it out,” my mi
“How so?” Either Natalie had turned over a new leaf and was suddenly no longer a self-absorbed narcissistic person, or she was up to something. My guess was the latter. “Just…helping me pick out decor or putting his input on the food, things like that.” “So you see your boss a lot, huh?” She ask
Logan’s eyes flew open. “What?” “You heard me,” Natalie said. “You put me through hell today, running out of work to do God knows what with your secretary.” “Babe. Come on. For the hundredth time, we were shopping for a party for you!” Logan said, his anger building. Natalie crossed her arm
When Logan returned home later that evening, he realized how tight his neck and shoulders felt. He put his left ear to his shoulder, then his right to stretch it out. He suddenly felt…wiped. Like he hadn’t slept in days. He was more spent from this long, stressful day than he thought. He was going t
“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