“She did what?” Dylan asked, stunned. Logan had just recounted his encounter with Natalie at the studio over lunch with his friend. “I’ve dated a lot of women, and I have dealt with a lot of terrible things from the worst of them, but I have never met anyone like this, man,” Logan took a sip of
The day of the party had finally arrived. Logan had released me from my normal duties that day so I could help set up and direct people. He let me pick someone from the office to help, and of course I picked Maria, who was more than happy to also ditch her normal work day things. At the start of
I walked back to where Maria was sitting to grab the diagram. “Don’t think we’re done with this conversation, young lady,” she said. “Sorry, what? Can’t hear you…” I said as I walked away with the paper. “Uh huh,” she replied. I handed Lily the paper and went over it with her to make sure we
I got back to the conference room at about 7:40, twenty minutes before it was slated to start, after I had gone home to change and get myself ready for it. I had actually snuck into Natalie’s room to borrow a dress for the occasion, since she had so many nice ones that I never saw her wear more than
“Yes, sir,” I smiled back. I walked back over to Maria. Maria was watching the Hatfields. “Damn,” she said. “That whole family is fine. Even the old man.” I shook my head at her, but honestly, she was right. Dylan came through the balloon arch at five til, looking slightly distressed. “Hey, Ha
Natalie. Mother-fucking Natalie. I grabbed Maria’s hand and squeezed it, hard. “Oh my god,” I heard her say quietly. We turned and looked at each other, too stunned to say anything else. Natalie princess-waved to the guests as she walked to the microphone. She embraced Logan and kissed him on
Dylan’s mouth dropped. “She’s…what? Your sister?” I nodded. “Yep.” “Wha…why didn’t you say anything before? Does Logan know?” “Because I didn’t know that’s who he was married to. I found out along with everyone else here,” I said. “I don’t know if he knows or not. I doubt it.” “I don’t under
Maria looked at me, confused. “What was that about?” *** Dylan stormed into the hall. He had seen Logan walk out here just moments before. He debated whether he should go look for him or wait for him to return. Luckily he didn’t have to debate long. Logan appeared at the end of the long, dar
“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