“You should really put water on that before it stains,” Cameron said. She smiled slightly, as if caught between mocking and teasing.She was right, however, so I stepped around her and out of the elevator.“I trust you won’t spill any coffee on me?” Cameron asked as the elevator doors closed behind
After washing the stain from my shirt, I held it under the hand dryer until the fabric had dried enough to no longer be translucent. Then I redressed and made my way from the locker room. The other girls were still talking, but they were background noise to me now.If I wanted to know more about thi
Logan waited until Dawn had sent Hazel out of office on some trivial tasks. Logan had texted Hazel, asking him to keep him informed of just what Dawn wanted from her. So far, the tasks had been arbitrary, typing and filing, and now, running out to get her lunch. Food from one place, a specialty drin
In Logan, Dawn saw a way to quick money. In Dawn, Logan saw just another leech.In his younger days, he might have said to hell with it and told Dawn exactly where she could stick her blackmail.But he was mid-career, with hopes of advancement. His grandfather had given him this chance to prove hims
Work couldn’t go by fast enough. By the end of the day, I was exhausted from all of Dawn’s pointless demands. At one point, she had even sent me out to pick up her dry cleaning. What did this have to do with promoting the new HR rules?When I was finally finished, I slinked into Logan’s office and c
The high society party was set for Saturday night, so Hazel arranged the appointments for her hair and makeup stylists for earlier in the afternoon, with Logan set to pick her up at 6pm sharp.Now that she had her own apartment, she had everything done there.The hair and makeup stylists worked in a
“Logan…”“I know I don’t,” he said. “The makeup artists you hired use only the best. I made sure of that.”Just how much effort did Logan go through behind the scenes to make sure this evening was perfect for me?I lower my hands, feeling pleased and foolish at once.To help ground myself, I reminde
Dylan hadn’t noticed us yet. He was straightening his tie and adjusting his cuffs. Then he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face.But even if he had yet to see us, we had no way of avoiding him for the rest of the evening, not without it seeming purposeful.“We should say h
“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