The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

That’s none of your business, I wanted to say. But instead I just said, “Chianti. It’s a wine bar.”

Rachel’s brow furrowed. “Hang up, he shouldn’t be calling you outside of work,” she whispered to me. I waved her off.

“How soon can you get back to work? I need you to do something for me,” Logan said.

All three of my friends started shaking their heads angrily at me.

“After what he did to you today? Tell him to shove it,” Megan whispered. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

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I hesitated. My friends were right, but this was an opportunity I couldn’t afford to lose. “I can be there in ten minutes.” I said.

My friends groaned.

“Great,” Logan said. “I wouldn’t mind some of that wine. Bring a bottle, would you?”

“Yes sir,” I said. Logan hung up as soon as the words were out of my mouth. 1

“Are you kidding me?” Megan said. “He has the nerve to not only ask you to come in after hours, but to also bring him some wine? After abandoning you?”

“Girl, you need to go down there and tell him you quit,” Rachel said.

“I can’t,” I said, standing to leave. “I need this job and the pay raise.”

“You are the best secretary around,” Maria said. “You could find a better job. You don’t deserve to be treated like this. You need time off too, he can’t just expect you to jump every time he asks.”

“I know.” I said. My head was spinning. “I don’t have time to think about it right now, I need to go.” “Okay,” Maria said. “Just…don’t stay too late, if you can help it.”

I nodded, knowing full well I would stay all night if that was what it took to get this job.

I walked into work exactly ten minutes after I told Logan I would, bottle of cabernet in hand. Reading all those articles on Logan had come in handy, he had mentioned his favorite kind of wine several times.

The lights were all off except for the one in Logan’s office. I knocked once I got to his door.

“Come in,” he yelled.

“Your wine, sir,” I placed the bottle on his desk and sat in the chair in front of it. I pulled the small notebook I kept in my purse out along with a pen.

“Thank you,” he said. “Now,” he stood. “I have been here for two weeks now. Since my CEO appointment was rather rushed, I did not get the usual welcoming ceremony that past CEOs have gotten. I want you to plan it for me. To be held at the end of the week. This is your next assessment.”

I stared hard at my notebook, pen poised to write. This was why he called me in after work? This was the big emergency that couldn’t wait until morning? My pen shook in my hand. It took everything in me to not

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throw it at him and storm out.

“I’d like an outline of the event tonight,” he said. “Ther

After several hours of drafting a plan for Logan’s welc

I drove home, barely even aware that I was driving. Th going to begin in just a few hours. I could hardly keep

I dragged myself into my parents‘ house and up the st I was surprised to see a light coming through the bott before I had left for work the day before. Had someor

I cracked open the door and peeked in. I couldn’t see door the rest of the way. Something on the floor near boxer shorts. And they looked strangely familiar.

From there, a trail of pre–sex items led the way to my

“Natalie!”