“Am I an asshole?” Logan asked into the phone.“Yes,” Dylan replied at once. “Next question.”“Dylan. I’m serious.”“So am I.” Dylan scoffed. “Do you know who you called? Did you expect a different answer?”After everything, Logan didn’t really have it in him to argue, even with Dylan’s baiting tone
I stared at Logan and the bouquet, unsure if this was real. All day today, he’d seemed content to ignore me. Of course, I’d also ignored him. But for the silent treatment to actually work on someone as stubborn as Logan seemed like a longshot.I couldn’t help but feel suspicious.“I’m an asshole,” L
A piercing alarm cut through Logan’s dream. Odd. That didn’t sound like the alarm he recognized. He popped his eyes opened, then reached blindly for the nightstand to stop the blare. Strangely, he didn’t feel his usual bedside clock. And where was the lamp?“Sorry… That’s my phone.”That was Hazel’s
Logan knew better than to check his collar, or to show any reaction at all. People like Cameron were sharks in the water, circling for any sign of weakness. He might have Hazel’s lipstick on his collar. His clothes were suspiciously rumpled, he knew that. Cameron might know the truth. Dawn could h
How could it be too late? The walkout wasn’t scheduled until 2pm?“I talked to him last night, Maria. He’s changed. Something clicked in him and he sees our side of it now,” I said. “He is literally on the phone with his grandfather right at this moment, negotiating for us. No one should walkout unt
Logan watched as Hazel processed his words. First, she was still as a statue, her face blank.Then, in a flash, hurt crumpled over her features and she slinked into herself somewhat, shoulders curling inwards. A moment after that, she collected herself, pulling on an expressionless mask, but the pal
Natalie admired herself in the mirror. God, this dress fit her curves just right.“Make sure you leave the costume on the rack,” said one of the wardrobe attendants on set.“Sure. No problem,” Natalie said, and went back to checking herself out.In her current production, Natalie played the part of
At the end of the work day, Logan received Hazel’s email with the set day and time for his date with Tina St. Louis. Hazel had not attached any additional flare. Just a name, date, time, and restaurant where a reservation was made under his name.She was likely still mad at him, then. He couldn’t bl
“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