LOGIN“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
Logan returned about twenty minutes later looking considerably more put together. “Okay,” he said when he walked through his office door. “What did I miss?” “Your phone went off a couple times,” I pointed to where it sat on his desk. It had been more than a couple. It was ten, to be exact, all fro
“Oh, hey. We haven’t talked about the divorce in awhile,” Dylan said, scanning the lunch menu. “We need to get Natalie’s signature so we can move on to the next step.” “Oh, right. Um…about that…” Logan said, lifting his menu to hide his face from Dylan. Dylan slammed his menu on the table and
Logan’s face turned a deep shade of red. He stared at the phone, and seemed uncharacteristically shaken. “If you need to go I understand,” I said gently. “I can handle this decor stuff.” He looked at me, then back at his phone. “How will you get back to the office?” “I’ll figure it out,” my mi
“She did what?” Dylan asked, stunned. Logan had just recounted his encounter with Natalie at the studio over lunch with his friend. “I’ve dated a lot of women, and I have dealt with a lot of terrible things from the worst of them, but I have never met anyone like this, man,” Logan took a sip of







