I threw the box with the items from my desk into the back seat. I slid into my front seat and closed the door, and then I just sat, my arms down my side, my shoulders slumped forward. I hung my head. What was I going to do without work? And, maybe the bigger question: Did I even want to try and pr
I woke up again around 5 pm. I felt like death. I was groggy, my head was still throbbing (from too much sleep now, I assumed), and I felt like I hadn’t slept in days, which was the opposite of true. “Mornin’ sleepy head,” Megan said from where she sat in the recliner. “Mmm,” I groaned and sat u
With help from Maria’s on-again work fling Mike, we could undoubtedly find some kind of incriminating evidence on Elena’s computer that would save me while implicating her. Emails with the caterers, perhaps? The only problem, of course, was my suspension. Technically, I was banned on Hatfield Supp
Any doubts I had about Dylan being comfortable in the chaotic apartment belonging to Maria, Megan, Rachel, and their two other roommates flew out the window the minute he walked into the place.He didn’t so much as bat an eye at the dishes in the sink, or the make-up palettes left on almost every su
Dylan walked into Hatfield Supply the next morning. He’d almost talked himself out of doing this for Hazel. After all, hadn’t he resolved to stay out of Hazel’s life? She and Logan were all kinds of entangled, and Dylan didn’t much care for being a third-wheel.But when a beautiful damsel calls you
Logan flipped open the manila folder, and flipped through the evidence within.Dylan’s distraction had worked perfectly. With Elena gone, Maria had been able to insert the thumb drive into Elena’s computer that installed a virus to lock the computer. IT was called, and Mike carried off the computer
I was shocked into speechlessness. Of course Logan would start dating again. A rich, handsome, available man like him could have countless women. That he had taken so long after dating Natalie to start seeing other women was an anomaly.It certainly didn’t have anything to do with any growing feelin
Early the next morning, I had barely sat down at my desk when Logan opened the door to his office and barked, “Hazel. My office. Now.”He immediately disappeared back inside of his office, leaving his door slightly ajar.I looked longingly at the iced coffee I’d only had a few sips of this morning.
“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