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After a long couple of hours in a car with one very crabby Liv, I was more than excited to get home, change clothes, and head out to catch up on some work at the office. I’d enjoyed the insane turn of events from the long weekend, but that wasn’t my life.

I’d graduated with honors from Oklahoma City University in the spring of 2008 with my Bachelor’s of Accounting degree firmly in hand. For the first couple of years, while I was still supporting Adam, I’d taken a job that was decent, but not somewhere I could see myself staying at forever.

When I left Adam, I’d given my two weeks notice at the first adult job I’d ever had. I had decided that if I was going to start over, I was really going to start over. I’d been smart enough to build up my savings pretty early on, and hadn’t let Adam blow through it like he’d tried a few times. So after my last day, I took a couple of months, bummed off of Liv and Jackson, and searched for the perfect job.

When I’d left that first interview with McNally and Sons LLC, I’d immediately called my mom and told her that I’d found my place. It was a small public relations firm, dealing with local issues and was run by an older gentleman and his three sons. They’d had a rare opening in their accounting department and I’d felt like the transition into the job would be so natural.
They had very clearly felt the same way, as one of the sons had called to offer me the job before I’d gotten off the phone with my mom.

Jumping out of the car as soon as Liv pulled into my driveway, I waved a quick goodbye and ran up the front steps. I jiggled my key in the deadbolt and took in a deep breath as I walked inside and shut the door behind me.

Since I did well enough to not have to worry about roommates, I dropped my bag by the front door, removing my sweatpants and t-shirt as I walked towards my bedroom. I had a nasty habit of dropping my clothes wherever I took them off, and it usually took me forever to get around to picking them up.

Even growing up, I’d never been a neat freak.

I knew I wouldn’t be seeing any clients today since I wasn’t originally scheduled to be back at work until tomorrow. So a nice pair of jeans and a simple button down shirt would do the job just fine. After finding the garments I was searching for, I checked my hair in the mirror and grabbed my keys off the entry table.

The drive to the office was uneventful, as usual. Being only four miles from home was one of the many selling points that the job hadn’t needed. I was surprised to see that not only were Jack and Oliver there (they were the two sons who ran the place), but that their brother Matt’s car was parked in the lot too. Matt was a couple of years older than me, but a million times more immature. He was the obvious free spirit of the McNally clan and everyone knew it.

Especially Matt.

Walking inside, I said hello to the receptionist and a couple of coworker’s in other departments before sliding into the chair behind my desk. I’d barely set my purse on the floor behind me when a shadow appeared over my computer monitor.

“Logan, uh. Hi. What, uh, what are you doing back?” Matt’s voice was an octave higher than usual, his eyes darting around the room nervously. Either he was high on something, or he was hiding something.

“Just got in. Long time no see, Matt. To what do we owe the pleasure of your company today?”

“We’ve convinced our youngest brother here that it’s time to stop wasting his time doing nothing and join the family business for real.” Oliver chimed in beside him. I smiled warmly at two of the best bosses I’d ever been fortunate enough to work for.

“Not even kicking and screaming, I see.” I joked.

Jack cleared his throat from somewhere behind Oliver. Being the oldest of the three, Jack had the personality that made people instantly take him serious. You knew if Jack was angry and if he was, you weren’t likely to hear the end of it anytime soon.

“Logan,” Jack started. “You know how much we’ve loved having you here at the company the past five years, right?” I nodded. “That’s what makes it so hard for us to tell you that we’re going to have to let you go.”

“Let me go where?” I squeaked. No one said anything. “You’re firing me?!”

“Your productivity the past week has really just been below the bar we’ve set. You understand, I’m sure.” Matt tried to reason.

“First of all,” I pointed my finger in Matt’s direction. “You haven’t been here for more than a couple of hours a month for years. So I don’t understand anything you say. I’m sure you understand.” I threw his words back in his face. Standing up and bracing my hands on my desk, I turned towards the other two. “And second of all, I’ve been gone, on vacation, for more than half of that time frame. You can’t just fire me because of one bad week, guys. You can’t just –“
“Where should I start putting my stuff?” A very young, very freshly graduated, brunette bounced into the room, her arms loaded down with personal items.

One look at the guilty looks splashed on all three of the men’s faces, I knew.

Her arms were loaded down with her personal items to decorate my office.

I clenched my teeth together to keep from spouting off a couple of words that I was certain I would regret later, even if I didn’t work here anymore. I calmly asked the four of them to give me some time to clear out my office before Miss Perky started talking about new paint colors and ways to rearrange the furniture.

I took a couple of deep breaths.




It only took ten minutes for me to collect my personal stuff from my office, but I waited an hour before I left. I was so disgusted by the entire situation that my hands were shaking as I threw my stuff into the backseat of my car. I had always been an emotional crier: when I was happy, I cried; when I was sad, I cried; when I was angry, I cried; when I was hurt, I cried. But I was so beyond ticked off that I knew it would be a long time before I shed any tears over this.

For the first time in my life, I was glad not to see the tears come.

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“I cannot believe you dumped all of his shit out on the front yard!” I was taking up residence on the end of Liv’s couch, doubled over in laughter. “And that he tried to use his key to come in and put it all back!”

I could see the tears leaking out of the corner of Liv’s eyes, but I couldn’t hear her breathing. Once her laughter died down enough for her to get some air into her lungs, she let out a huge hiccup.

Okay, so we weren’t exactly sober.

In fact, we were probably nearing black out drunk stage.

“I can’t believe you got canned so your pervy bosses could bring in an updated version!” She weezed. I glared at her. That only made her laugh harder. “Oh come on, Logan. They obviously wanted someone young enough who would be willing to do anything to get ahead in their career.”

“Matt’s idea, I’m sure.” I mumbled.

“And what would you have said if they’d asked you to participate in their get-naked-to-get-a-promotion game?” She asked.

“That I would sue them for sexual harassment.” I chugged the end of my homemade margarita, standing up to get more.

“Which is exactly why they found someone who wouldn’t say that!”

Wobbling into the kitchen, I set my phone on the counter and slid the unlock button, thankful that I had never bothered with a passcode.



I relocked my phone, slid it into my pocket and stumbled back into the living room. Liv jumped when I plopped down on the couch, trying unsuccessfully to hide her phone under her leg.

I pointed at it and cracked a smile.

“Juss did the same thing.” I slurred. Once she knew I wasn’t about to lecture her on the pro’s and con’s (mostly con’s) of drunk texting a boy she barely knew, she stopped sitting on her phone and resumed her typing.

I was so engrossed in my drink that I almost didn’t register the buzz of my phone against my hip.




Shutting my phone off for good, I curled into my end of the couch, closed my eyes, and drifted off into a tequila induced dream about Harry Styles and the magnitude of indecent things I’d very much like to do to him.

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Notes

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Finally, we see that Logan is willing to admit she's attracted to Harry. But, where do they go from here?

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