Mistress? Charlotte was surprised and felt a little silly for being caught off guard like that. Of course he'd have mistresses. His wife was having an affair. Maybe Mrs. Hamilton started the affair because he was already having one with the maid? Logan had never pretended to be an upstanding puritanical person, so it really shouldn't have been surprising to Charlotte.
But murder? That she had a hard time believing, even if Logan seemed to be the kind of person who could punch someone out of the blue. Given what she knew about him, though, this was probably going to be a tough case.
"Thank you," Charlotte said to Detective Fontaine. "May I speak to my client, please?"
"This way, Miss Astor," he said, gesturing for her to follow.
Charlotte was familiar with the station, but Logan was being held in an area she had never been in. It looked to be more secure than the places where they held other prisoners, but when Detective Fontaine opene
The atmosphere in the car while Charlotte drove was tense, or at least she felt it was that way. Logan didn't speak. After giving Charlotte the directions to get to the apartment he was staying in for the night, he looked out the window most of the time, except to laugh at Charlotte when she cursed at the reporters that they quickly dodged once they left the station.Charlotte thought it'd be better if they talked again tomorrow. It was late and she wasn't sure it was a good idea to go up to his apartment with him. When she pulled up at the building's entrance, a valet opened the door for Logan."Will you come in?" he said. He looked so tired and profoundly sad, that Charlotte didn't have the heart to leave him alone."Yes, of course," she said, stepping out of the car and handing the keys to the valet.The receptionist greeted Logan with a respectful nod and Charlotte and Logan headed to the elevator."I wasn't planni
It was almost 12pm by the time they finished eating the food Logan prepared. Logan had insisted they eat on the rooftop where he had a private pool and an outdoor dining area, and Charlotte certainly enjoyed the cool breeze up there. The food was unexpectedly good too, made even better by the second bottle of wine they opened up. This time they were actually able to drink it instead of mop it from the floor.Now that she had some food in her, the wine didn't make Charlotte dizzy, though it did loosen her tongue a bit."Thank you for dinner," Charlotte said. "But I think it's time we discuss what I came here for.""What is there to discuss? I understand you enjoy my company and want to spend time with me. I do too. With you, that is," Logan said, smirking at Charlotte."Can you stop with the jokes for ten minutes?" Charlotte said, a little annoyed."I wasn't joking.""Mr. Hamilton." Charlotte stood and pull
Charlotte had an inkling as to where Logan was getting to, but she wanted him to say it. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Let's be real. I'm not a member of your elite Atlantian society. As a relative newcomer, they don't hold me in such esteem as they would with you or any of your clique members. The police have a suspect who's providing them with a fairly fast and easy case, which will give them good publicity. I think we need to switch the direction we're taking here." "How so?" "We need to find who did it. I want the bastard who did this to María to pay. But the first person we need to look into is the person who ordered it done. And that happens to be Julie. In a way, I guess, I'm still to blame for this. If María hadn't been working for me, she wouldn't have been used as a pawn in Julie's horrid, twisted game." That had also been in Charlotte's mind. She hadn't mentioned it before because she had to insist on what they c
The news was going to break eventually, but Charlotte had hoped they'd leave her out of the news at least until she got to tell Floyd and her mother about it. And now the two of them must be calling her at her house, and she wasn't even there. She took deep breaths and grabbed a tiny sandwich from a tray a man was passing about. "Miss Astor?" someone said from behind her. It was Stuart, but she barely recognized him. He was dressed in an expensive tailored suit, and his formerly messy hair was combed back. "Stuart," she said. "You look good." "Thank you," he said. He even sounded more confident. "This is the team we've assembled to deal with the press, and there's another team investigating the victim's family. Mr. Hamilton told us you would be leading them." "Yes, of course," Charlotte said, a little taken aback. She technically had said that she'd use the firm's team, but she wouldn't argue. The more the merrier, and the faster t
When she got to the office, Janet greeted her with a smile, which could never mean something good. "The boss wants to see you," she said to Charlotte, loud enough so people passing by could definitely hear. "Thank you, Janet," Charlotte replied ever so politely. Instead of stopping by her office to leave her purse, she headed straight to Floyd's office. The secretary that had been gone on maternity leave for a while was back now. "Charlotte! How are you?" she said in a thick southern accent, her voice about an octave higher than normal. Lisa was her name, Charlotte remembered. She had dark spots under her eyes and her complexion looked like she could use a little exposure to the sun. "Lisa, you're back. Is Floyd in?" Charlotte said. Lisa had always been kind to her but seemed a little afraid of her as well. "He said I should let you go in the second I knew you're here," Lisa said, giving Charlotte a sad smile as
Charlotte called Detective Fontaine from her office, but he wasn't at the station, so she left a message asking for him to call her back. She really didn't have a lot to do until she met with Logan's team, so she decided to finally call her mother. She had been dreading talking to her since the incident at Mary's party, but she knew she'd have to talk to her eventually, so she might as well get it over with. Her mother picked up after the first ring. "Sarah Astor speaking." "Mother." "CHARLOTTE MARIE ASTOR!" Using Charlotte's middle name never meant good news. "How are you doing?" Charlotte said in a nonchalant tone. She wasn't going to acknowledge that anything was wrong. "How do you think I'm doing?! We were all worried sick about you. First, you bring this Hamilton man to the party out of the blue, where he causes a scandal, and now you're working on his murder case? MURDER!? You brought a murderer to our
Charlotte met with Stuart and the press team, who seemed a bit lost as to how to get the right news people to talk to them. It was clear that the media was intent on portraying Logan as the bad guy, so they weren't really receptive to hearing the other side to him, yet. First, the press had to exploit this narrative, and then, they'd possibly listen to the other side. Charlotte knew their strategy well. She had minored in journalism, and she had gotten a glimpse at how the news world worked. Besides, she had dealt with them before, and she had a few tricks up her sleeve. She gave the team some tips and dropped several names of people who would talk to them. She also recommended they focus on newspapers instead of television. Reporters from the written press were more likely to be unbiased, and because they didn't require such immediacy as television did, they were more inclined to take more long-term risks, like publishing an article that didn't align with the current
Charlotte had to admit it wasn't too bad inside the helicopter once they were in the air, but the first few minutes of them rising in place and the swooshing away were some of the most terrifying moments of her life. They were all wearing helmets, but she could swear Logan was laughing at her all the while. In about an hour and a half, Stone Mountain came into view. A beautiful lake surrounded the peak, and then she saw the house where they were heading to. It was an enormous mansion, sprawled against one side of the mountain. Before she realized it, the helicopter was losing altitude and she felt like she was losing her sanity. It took all the strength she had not to scream as the helicopter descended and gracefully stopped on the roof that served as a helipad. When they got out, Logan helped her out, pretty much picking her up by the waist and setting her down on the floor. She felt a little wobbly and almost tripped, but he caught her just in time. The helic
Charlotte headed into the kitchen after splashing cold water on her face, looking for Logan. She didn't know how to explain it, but she felt an inexplicable... emptiness after waking up and not finding him there.Flashes of their encounter last night flooded her mind. She knew she was being ridiculous. What had happened between them -again- was just pure, undeniable sexual attraction. Adding to how much the two had drunk, what happened was just inevitable. That was all it was. It was all slightly blurry, but it still made her blush. Logan was sitting on the wide balcony, enjoying a buffet-style breakfast displayed on the table. It was a lavish feast, and Charlotte's stomach growled in response to the sight. She knew she should take a shower or at least change before letting Logan see her in the state she was in, but her empty stomach was stronger. "Good morning," Charlotte groaned as she slid the glass door open. "Good morning." Logan briefly smiled at her. "We're leaving for Sav
A few hours later, Charlotte couldn’t feel her feet. The upstairs area was apparently reserved only for a few people, so she danced with Logan as if it was only the two of them there. At some point, she sat down and gulped some water, resting her head on the lush velvet couch. The next thing she felt was someone softly lifting her up while the music pounded into her ears.“What?” she said groggily.“You fell asleep.” It was Logan carrying her. His deep voice sobered her instantly. “I can walk!” she quickly said, squirming to set her legs down. But his arms were stronger, and he held on to her. “Your shoe is broken,” Logan said, looking straight ahead. Thankfully, this seemed to be pretty normal around here. No one even glanced in their direction as he headed down a hallway that ended with an emergency exit. Charlotte lifted her leg and realized that it was true; one of the heels on her stilettos was snapped in half. She focused on his face. He didn’t seem angry or annoyed, just
Charlotte sipped on the cool, fruity drink. It was a soothing balm against the humid, night air. Logan’s penthouse had balconies all around it, giving whoever sat outside a view of not only the sunrise over the ocean, but the sunset towards the sprawling city of Miami to the west. “Do you have everything you need?” he asked her, squinting as the last rays of sunlight peered over the horizon, hitting his face and bathing it in a golden light. How had she never noticed how handsome he was? Well, she had, but she had ignored it. For so many reasons… “I have way more than I need,” she replied, setting the drink down and smiling at him. When Logan made her promise that he could buy her anything he wanted, she didn’t imagine just how much he felt enough was. They had spent a better part of the afternoon all over downtown, going from store to store. A valet followed them, burdened by the sheer amount of shopping bags filled with clothes, shoes, accessories, and jewelry. What was
"What kind of deal?" Charlotte pulled back a little. Because of where Logan sat, he towered over her, and this positioning was never good for negotiating. She had learned a lot from body language throughout the years, and it was never good to make deals when one of the negotiators was sitting in a position that implied power."Come with me to Savannah." Logan leaned back against the desk. "This trip I'm taking is not business-related. I'm going to go visit family and attend a high school friend's wedding. Let's pretend that nothing has happened between us yet. We're just good friends attending a wedding. If, after this trip, you want to keep working for me, I will back off and do whatever you want to make you feel comfortable. I will strictly be your boss. If you want to keep doing... this, whatever this is, I will open up an independent law firm that you will own and manage and you can have nothing to do with me. I think it's time you stopped working for other people w
Once the elevator doors opened on Logan's floor, Charlotte let out a long sigh. Things had happened so fast, and she had just realized what she had done. On the one hand, she couldn't be anything but grateful to Janet for telling her the truth about Floyd, and she was only sad she hadn't known this sooner. But because of the actions she took once she learned the truth, not only was Janet out of a job but technically, so was she. Logan had hired her via the company, and even if she was sure he would be happy to hire her personally, it felt a little demeaning for her. Janet was another story. She was her responsibility now. "Is this Logan Hamilton's office?" Janet said, poking her head out of the elevator and looking around as if she had walked into a cave and not an office floor. "Go, go!" Charlotte nudged Janet to step out and then gestured for her to follow. Stuart greeted her at the front desk, and this time, she saw
Floyd walked inside his office and slowly sat behind the desk, interlacing cupping his together, placing them on the desk.Outside, Lisa stood in awe of the scene before her. "Do you-"Charlotte slammed the door in Lisa's face. She'd apologize to her later."I'm not even going to ask what you were doing rummaging through my private files," Floyd said, staring Charlotte down. "I assume you read what's in there?""I did..." Charlotte said, slowly sitting down on the seat in front of Floyd's desk."Charlotte, that was a misunderstanding. A confabulation that my sister made up. She's always envied me, and this was her way of getting back at me for-""I don't care," Charlotte interrupted him. "I couldn't care less what you say happened, Floyd."Then she began to laugh wholeheartedly, out of anger and relief, but mostly relief, because she had been right about Floyd all along, albeit unknowingly. He had been sitting in tha
"I think it's better you read it," Janet said. "I have to go back to the front desk." With that, Janet stood and handed the scribbled paper to Charlotte, and wordlessly left her office.Charlotte quickly picked up after Janet had stopped.Mr. Hamilton: Oh, about Miss Astor. I would like to move her office to mine if that is alright. Now that the divorce is finalized, there are other things I would like her to handle.Floyd: I don't think she'll be working that much in the near future. (He chuckled here.)Mr. Hamilton: Why is that? She seems to be a workaholic.Floyd: Can you keep a secret?Mr. Hamilton: Yes... (He was looking very confused.)Floyd: Janet, you forgot the sugar.I left but stayed outside by the door.Floyd: You can't trust women to keep secrets, can you? (He laughed.) Well, I'm going to ask Charlotte to marry me.
Today was Charlotte’s last day of supposed convalescence, and for the first time in a long time, she didn’t get out of bed the second she opened her eyes. She had nowhere to be until Monday, and the week’s activities seemed to have taken a toll on her; her body was crying for more rest. So, she went back to sleep and woke up to a ringing phone almost at noon. This time she hurriedly stepped out of the bed, almost tripping on her shoes, and made it just in time to pick up. “Hello?” she said. Whoever had called had hung up at the same time. Feeling a little disoriented from waking up so late, she showered and began to prepare breakfast, pouring herself a cup of yogurt and adding an assortment of fruits to it. Then she spent several minutes trying to reach the towing company so it could finally pick up her car and take it to the shop to be fixed. She had put it off
This time, Charlotte didn't hold back. She bit down on his lower lip as their tongues caressed each other's as if the two were finally sating the hunger they felt for each other. Logan pulled her closer, almost sitting on Floyd's desk, and Charlotte clung to his strong shoulders, her hips pressing against him. For the first time in a long time, her mind was blank: the only thing in the world was the man that held her. He grabbed her legs and pulled her on him, making her skirt lift almost to her stomach. "Logan..." Charlotte pulled away a bit. "The door is open." "I don't care," he said, setting her back down on the floor and removing his suit. He then continued to kiss her, his hands navigating her figure, starting with her hips and landing on her back. He then began to kiss her neck, nibbling on it softly as his lips slowly edged closer to her heaving chest. "Do you remember what I told you yesterday?" he said, unbuttoning Charlo