Logan’s POV
I sat at my desk, staring at the papers scattered in front of me. My mind was filled with numbers and plans for my next project. I knew I had to face Raleigh sooner or later.
I heard a soft knock on the door. I looked up and saw her standing there, looking unsure.
“Can I come in?” she asked, her voice shaky.
“Yeah, sure,” I replied, trying to sound calm. “I need to talk to you about your article.”
Raleigh stepped inside and closed the door. The air felt thick with tension. I didn’t want to deal with this, but I had to. I picked up some papers, pretending to be busy.
“I have some questions about your business,” she said, pulling out her notepad. I noticed her hands were trembling a bit.
“Okay,” I replied, leaning back in my chair. “Go ahead.”
Raleigh began asking questions about my company. “What are your future pl
Logan’s POVI was in my office, looking at my phone. Another message from Francesca. I didn’t want to open it, but I had to.The message was short, but it made my stomach drop.“Tell her to leave, Logan, or I’ll post the picture of you two.”I gripped my phone tight. I didn’t even want Raleigh here, but now I was trapped. If Francesca posted that picture, it would ruin everything. People would see it, and they’d think Raleigh and I were together. They’d believe we were close when really, we couldn’t stand each other. That picture would look like something it wasn’t. It would look like Raleigh and I were a real couple, like there was something between us.Raleigh didn’t even like me. She only wanted this interview for her job. She wanted a promotion, and she thought I was her ticket to getting it. She didn’t care about me as a person; I was just her big interview, her big chance at work. I didn’t know why Francesca even cared. Raleigh didn’t mean anything to me. I could barely tolerate
Raleigh’s POVI opened the door and stepped into our house. It was quiet, just like I wanted. I didn’t want to see anyone right now. I didn’t even want to talk to Mo. I just needed to be alone. I closed the door softly, as if any sound might break me more. My heart was already feeling heavy.Today was rough. Really rough. Everything felt like it was falling apart. My job was on the line, and I didn’t know what to do. I had worked so hard, day after day, hoping I could build something good for myself. But now, it felt like it didn’t matter. All because of Logan. He wouldn’t give me the interview I needed. It wasn’t fair. He had the power to help me, but he was being mean. He didn’t care about my job or what it meant to me. To him, I was just another person he could ignore.I walked over to the couch and sat down, hugging a pillow. The room was so quiet I could hear my own breathing. I tried to keep it
Logan's POVI sat in my car, staring at the front of Francesca’s house. I took a deep breath. I had to do this. I didn’t want to deal with the picture of me and Leigh. I didn’t want it online. I had to make Francesca delete it. She was my ex-girlfriend, and she was not nice.I stepped out of the car and walked to the door. My heart raced. I knocked loudly. I could hear footsteps inside. The door opened, and there she was, Francesca. She looked surprised to see me.“What do you want, Logan?” she asked, crossing her arms.I took another deep breath. “I need to talk to you about the picture.”Francesca raised an eyebrow. “What picture?”“The one of me and Leigh. The kiss. You know what I mean,” I said. I felt my face getting hot. I didn’t like talking about this, but I had to.Francesca smirked. “Oh, that one? The picture everyone will see if you
Logan’s POVI sat alone in my room. It was so quiet I could hear my own breathing. I stared at the wall, but my mind wasn’t really on it. Instead, my thoughts kept going to Leigh. I didn’t know why, and it bothered me. I told myself that thinking about her was a waste of time. We didn’t even get along. She was stubborn and rude and always had to argue with me. But for some reason, I couldn’t get her out of my head.“Why am I even thinking about her?” I mumbled to myself, frowning. Leigh and I had nothing in common. We weren’t friends, and we didn’t like each other. We were like fire and ice—always clashing. Every time we talked, it ended in a fight.But as much as I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I thought about her laugh, which was loud and real. I remembered her smile, the rare times she showed it. And then there was that look in her eyes. She looked
– Leigh’s POVI walked down the hallway with my heart pounding hard. My hands felt sweaty, and my stomach twisted with nerves. Logan was the last person I wanted to see, especially now. But I didn’t have a choice. I had to talk to him one last time about the interview. He’d already said no, and not just once—more like a dozen times. Still, maybe if I tried again, he’d finally change his mind. Maybe this time, he’d understand how important this was to me. Just maybe.When I reached his office door, I stopped and took a deep breath. "You can do this, Leigh," I whispered to myself, trying to calm down. I straightened my back, fixed my shirt, and knocked on the door with my fist. I waited, my heart thumping.“Come in,” Logan’s voice came from inside, sounding steady and calm, as if he had nothing to worry about. He always sounded that way—confident, cold, unbothered. I opened the door and stepped inside, feeling my heart sink a little. Logan was sitting at his desk, staring at his computer
Logan’s POVI was sitting at my desk, thinking about work. Mason, came in with a big smile on his face. He looked excited, and I couldn’t help but smile back.“Hey, Logan!” Mason said. “You won’t believe what I just heard!”“What’s up?” I asked, curious.“We have a new investor, remember? I just got off the phone with him. He loves what we’re doing!” Mason said, his eyes shining with excitement.“Really?” I said, sitting up straighter. “That’s great news! What did he say?”Mason leaned closer, his voice low. “He thinks our idea is going to make a lot of money. He believes in us, man!”I felt a rush of happiness. It was nice to know that someone believed in our work. “This is awesome! What does this mean for us?”“It means we can grow our business faster. We can hire more people and maybe even make our product even better,” Mason explained, bouncing a little in his seat.I thought about it for a moment. “Wow, that sounds amazing! I really want to make this work. We’ve worked so hard.”“
Leigh's POVEverything felt wrong.I sat on my bed, staring at my phone, feeling like the world was too heavy. It was like a big dark cloud was hanging over me, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t shake it away. I didn’t want to think anymore, but the thoughts kept coming, swirling around in my head. I felt like there was no way out, like everything I had tried so hard for was just slipping through my fingers.Just then, my phone buzzed loudly, making me jump. I picked it up, my hands shaking as I looked at the name on the screen. It was Mikel. My heart sank deeper. I knew him well—he is someone who makes things hard for me. He’d say rude things, give me mean looks, and laugh when I made a mistake. But this felt different. I didn’t want to answer, but I knew I had to.I held my breath and pressed the answer button. “Hello?” My voice sounded small, like I was a tiny bug he could squish.Mikel’s
Leigh’s POVI sat down, trying to steady my breath, but then I saw him. Mikel. He was standing by the coffee machine, acting casual, as if the last few days hadn’t happened, as if the tension in the office wasn’t because of him. The same smug look I had come to know so well was still plastered on his face, and his eyes flicked to me, almost daring me to make a move.I wasn’t going to let him win. Not today.The buzz of the office seemed to drown out everything around me, the whispers becoming more audible. It felt like the whole room was waiting for something to happen, and I wasn’t about to give them the satisfaction of seeing me crumble.I stood up abruptly, not giving myself time to second-guess. I walked toward him, my steps firm, my mind set. My heart was pounding in my chest as I approached, but I pushed everything down. There was no time for fear. No time for weakness.When I was just behind him, I stopped. The weight of the tension in the air was palpable, almost suffocating,