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My Sassy 11

The next day, I made my way to Logan’s office, ready to discuss a few things he’d left hanging in that vague, infuriating way of his. As I stepped into the sleek lobby, my eyes scanned the polished floors and high ceilings. This place screamed wealth and power—very much like the man himself. Then I noticed her: a woman sitting on one of the plush lobby chairs, perfectly polished and glaring at me like I was something she’d scrape off her designer heels. Her eyes narrowed as she looked me up and down, assessing me as if I didn’t belong here. I met her gaze for a moment and raised an eyebrow, brushing it off. Logan hadn’t mentioned anyone else, so I assumed she was just waiting for her turn. Just as I reached for the door handle, she moved to block me, her red-painted lips curling into a smirk. “Excuse me,” she said, her tone laced with hostility. “Do you have an appointment with Mr. Pierce?” She eyed me as if I were lost, or worse—uninvited. I kept my composure, even though my pa

My Sassy 12

As we settled into our seats and the initial pleasantries were exchanged, the conversation quickly shifted to the project at hand. Mr. Graves leaned forward, his curiosity evident. “Logan, we’d like to hear more specifics about this new venture,” he said, glancing briefly in my direction before refocusing on Logan. “You’ve brought Aliyah here, so I take it her involvement is… significant?” Logan nodded, glancing at me with a slight smirk. “Absolutely. Aliyah’s led the charge on several key aspects,” he said, inviting me to speak. I cleared my throat, leaning in. “Our goal is to expand our market reach, particularly into areas we feel are underutilized. We’re looking at long-term value, not just immediate returns,” I explained. “We believe this approach will sustain growth, and with Logan’s resources, we’re well-positioned to execute it.” Mrs. Lavigne, who had been studying us both, chimed in. “Logan, I’ll admit, I’m impressed. You’ve always kept your circle tight, and yet here y

My Sassy 13

As we settled into the back seat of Logan's sleek black car, the city lights cast a warm glow around us. I leaned back, glancing over at him. The teasing comments from the investors were still playing in my head, and my curiosity got the best of me. "Why is it okay for you to be linked to me?" I asked, trying to sound casual but genuinely wanting to know. Of course, I know why I am asking this. It is because I know that he hates it when his name is linked to other people. "You know how people talk." Logan looked at me, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Why not?” he replied, with that easy confidence that somehow always made me feel both challenged and comforted. It was as if he didn't care at all. "There's nothing wrong with you, Aliyah. In fact, you make it look good." I could feel my cheeks warming, and I quickly straightened up, tilting my head slightly and giving him a mock-sassy shrug. “Well, obviously,” I said, rolling my eyes with a smirk. “But you could

My Sassy 14

The next morning, I woke up with a frown etched on my face, my mind still swirling from the night before. I grabbed my phone, hoping for a distraction, but instead, I was met with a message from Logan that made my stomach drop. **Logan:** *Hey, Aliyah. I’ve got to head to New York for a few days on business. I’ll keep you posted. Talk soon.* I stared at the screen, feeling a wave of irritation wash over me. “Talk soon?” I muttered under my breath, incredulous. It felt so casual, so nonchalant, as if it didn’t matter to him at all that he was leaving. I knew he had work, but I couldn’t help the disappointment that churned within me. Did he really think I’d just sit here waiting for him like a lost puppy? After a quick shower and barely any thought about what I was wearing, I headed to his office, my mood darkening with every step. I burst through the lobby doors, and the receptionist’s face paled the moment she saw me. A few employees glanced over, their eyes widening in surprise

My Sassy 15

The dim glow of my computer screen illuminated the stacks of papers scattered across my desk, remnants of the chaotic day I had endured. As I delved deeper into my work, I heard the familiar sound of my phone ringing, cutting through the silence of the office. I glanced down, my heart sinking a little when I saw Logan’s name flashing on the screen. For a moment, I just stared at it, letting it ring without picking up. I didn’t want to talk to him—not after the frustration of the day, and certainly not when I was trying to put my focus back on work. It was infuriating enough to have him in my thoughts without him actually being on the other end of the line, trying to charm me back into good spirits. I let the phone ring, determined to push past the irritation that had settled like a weight in my chest. I shifted my focus back to the spreadsheets in front of me, but I could still hear the persistent ringing, an annoying reminder of his presence that I just wasn’t ready to deal with.

My Sassy 16

Another day passed, and my phone lay silent on my desk like a forgotten promise. Three weeks. Three weeks since Logan had called me, teased me, or even bothered to send a text. At first, I’d reasoned with myself, telling myself he was just busy. Important people had business trips; they got swamped with meetings and deals. It wasn’t as if I couldn’t understand. But as the days dragged on, my patience thinned, and irritation simmered just beneath the surface. What annoyed me even more was the fact that I cared at all. I wasn’t the type to sit around waiting on anyone, yet here I was, checking my phone and getting angrier every time it stayed quiet. I hated it. Why did I feel so bothered? And, deep down, I knew. I’d let him get close enough that his silence stung, and I was frustrated with myself for letting it. With a long, steadying breath, I forced myself to set my phone aside, ignoring the pang that kept gnawing at me. Enough. I had work to do—a career to build, clients to handl

My Sassy 17

As I settled into my office, the familiar buzz of my workload surrounded me like a comforting blanket. But that comfort shattered as the door swung open, revealing Logan with a grin that felt too bright for the tension hanging between us. “Hey, Aliyah,” he called, his voice light, as if he hadn’t just dropped off the grid for the better part of a month. I didn’t look up from my computer screen. “What do you want, Logan?” I replied, keeping my tone flat and dismissive. I could feel the heat of annoyance radiating off me, but I pushed it down, focusing on the screen in front of me instead of the man standing in my office. He stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him. “I just wanted to explain why I haven’t been able to call,” he said, his casual demeanor faltering slightly. “It’s a long story.” “I’m sure it is,” I said curtly, refusing to give him any indication that I was even remotely interested. My heart was racing, a mix of anger and something else—something I couldn’t q

My Sassy 18

The next morning, I found myself in Logan's penthouse, standing in the center of his living room. His place was spacious, immaculate, and stylish in a way that spoke volumes about him—minimalistic yet elegant, with understated luxury. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what made me so comfortable here, but somehow, it just felt right. Well, I kind of like this feeling for some reason. Without thinking much of it, I wandered around, looking at the small details in his home—the few art pieces on the walls, the books on his shelves, the scent of his cologne that seemed to linger in every room. I opened his refrigerator, noting he didn’t keep much stocked, and made a mental note to bring some essentials over next time. Next time? Since when was I planning “next times” in his home? If there's still next time. But, of course, with this man's attitude, there would definitely be a next time.Shrugging off the thought, I helped myself to his coffee maker, rummaging through his cupboards for

My Sassy 19

As we settled into our table at the restaurant, I was glad Logan had suggested a quieter spot, away from the buzz of the main area. Lunch together felt like a small reprieve, a chance to catch up without the constant pull of work.I glanced at the menu, considering my options, when Logan’s hand slid across the table, catching mine in a warm, steady grip. His thumb traced small, soothing circles on the back of my hand. For a moment, it felt like the world faded away—the restaurant, the business, the complications.But, as fate would have it, the quiet didn’t last long. Just as our food arrived, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of my eye.“Aliyah?”I froze, recognizing the voice instantly. Looking up, I met my father’s surprised gaze. He was standing just a few tables away, surrounded by a couple of business associates. I hadn’t expected to see him here, of all places.“Dad,” I said, trying to compose myself. “What a surprise.”My father’s eyes moved from me to

My Sassy 20

Aliyah was in the middle of reviewing documents when her phone buzzed. She glanced at it, expecting a message from Logan or her father, maybe even a work update. Instead, her brow furrowed as she read the anonymous message:"Your father isn’t safe. Watch your back, Aliyah."A chill ran through her, but she quickly shook it off. 'Probably a prank,' she thought, forcing herself to focus on the work in front of her. But her concentration wavered, and every word on the page seemed to blur as the unsettling message lingered in her mind. It didn't make sense—who would want to threaten her father, and why?She put her phone down, taking a deep breath. 'Just focus on work,' she told herself, trying to shrug off the discomfort. But barely a moment passed before her phone started ringing, vibrating urgently on her desk.When she picked it up, an unrecognizable number flashed on the screen. She answered cautiously. "Hello?"There was a pause, and then a voice came through—low, mechanical, and ma

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