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A/N: this is an idea I had one night so hopefully this story will stick with me.

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I wish this hadn't happened the way it did, but it did and now it's over. He's gone and now I am here. He left and he never came back.

"We can't be doing this," I whispered between gasping breaths. My hands slid over his toned shoulders and down his chest which was rising and falling rapidly. His mouth crashed on to mine; our passions were caught up in the moment. Clothes shed across the floor.

"But we can't stop…this…" he moaned as I began running my nails across his back and abs. He pushed me back against the floor, placing my hands above my head. He kissed my neck as he trailed his lips up to mine.

"This is wrong…" I stammered.

"Then why does it feel so right?" He questioned me, momentarily catching his breath as he stared down at me.

"It feels…" I started to say but I stop myself possibly because he started to kiss my neck again, or because I didn't want to admit that I knew this was a mistake. I don't know why this happened but I couldn't stop it after it started.

My thoughts were interrupted by him pulling my sheer shirt over my head. He was moaning loudly but suddenly I heard one word that startled me so bad that I froze.

"Ace…"

I turned to look and I saw him standing in the doorway staring back at me. His face was a mixture or confusion, anger, jealousy, and most of all hurt and pain. I couldn't even begin to explain to him, but somehow I knew that we wouldn't want to know. He continued to stare at me and my predicament. Then he saw him and the hint of anger that adorned his face was bought to the surface. Fists clenched and red in the face, he looked as if he was going to kill someone, but his anger subsided just as quickly as it had come. It was replaced with pain.

"Logan…" I whispered, tears were now falling down my cheeks.

"Good bye Ace," he said, I could tell he was on the verge of tears. With a swift turn of his heel, he left. He left and never came back.

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Rory Gilmore walked the halls of the New York Times office. It had been a year since it had happened. She graduated Yale and was now starting her new job at the New York Times as a small scale reporter. Mainly she was doing office work but it was better than nothing. She went to the woman at the front desk and signed in, trying to remember the pace of a real newspaper office. Her only real experience at one had not been a very successful or wonderful one.

She was informed by the woman, whose name was Lynette, that there was a staff meeting in the conference for every employee in thirty minutes. With that Rory was taken by Lynette to her boss's office.

Her boss, Ryan Leonard, was a hard ass whose idea of a fun time was working until 3 am just for the sake of it. Although it was crazy, he always made sure his portion of the newspaper was on time and never incomplete. He was around twenty-five or thirty; his age could have been mistaken as older then it actually was because of the amount of stress that adorned his sleepless face. Dark circles under his eyes a complete look of exhaustion seemed to have a permanent residence on his face. Besides that he looked young and strong, and compared to rest of his staff he was relatively was dressed: black leather shoes and black slacks with a matching black blazer that was open revealing a baby blue collared shirt. The outfit was classy but not over done.

Rory couldn't help but find her self staring at his chocolate brown hair and amber eyes. He seemed to be taking in her appearance too because his eyes moved up and down her, almost examining every aspect that was her. Lynette broke the silence finally.

"Mr. Leonard, this is Rory Gilmore. She will be starting here as a newsroom assistant,' Lynette stated matter-o-factly as she readjusted her glasses that lay perched on the bridge of her slightly sharp nose. She stared intently at Mr. Leonard to reply somehow to this information, but for once in his short lifetime, Ryan Leonard found himself completely speechless.

"Hello, very nice to meet you Mr. Leonard. I hope to do well here," Rory said, not completely sure if her voice was working properly.

"Yes, Ms. Gilmore, it is Miss, right?" he questioned.

"Yes it is."

"Well then Ms. Gilmore, welcome to the New York Times," he said, standing up to shake her hand. As she shook his hand, an awkward silence fell over the room.

"Well I think we should be getting to the meeting," Lynette said, clearing her throat in the process. They all made there way out of Mr. Leonard's office and down to the conference room.

Rory Gilmore couldn't help but think how this suddenly was turning for the better.

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"This is completely inexcusable. How can you do this? You are selling out, that's what you are doing you damn fool. We are fucked now; this whole newspaper is fucked now. It's all downhill from now on. We will be nothing more than a bunch of fucking society pages. Headlines like: 'Guess who is dating a Greek shipping heir?', 'Oh my gosh, they eloped!', and 'He fucked his soon to be Mother-in-law at his own wedding!' We will be no better than the tabloids. Is that what you want for this newspaper? Is it?"

"This is a decision for the better of the company. This will only improve our newspaper and the quality of news we publish."

"Bullshit. All you care about is the fucking company, not the newspaper itself. You are a fucking hypocrite!"

"Get the fuck out of my office! I will not be spoken to like that, and if you value your job, you will not speak like that to me again. This was and is not your decision to make. Remember I am the president of this company and you are one of my employees. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal."

"Good, now out!"

"Yes sir."

Ryan Leonard walked out of Richard Stanford's office, cursing under his breath. His company, the one he loved and worked for, was selling half of the company to a larger company, Huntzberger Publishing.

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It had been a few months since Rory started working at the New York Times and already she was doing well and secretly dating one of her new coworkers.

"Ryan…" she started to say seeing him walk out of the office, but quickly stopped realizing he was not in a good mood.

"Hey," he mumbled gruffly. He kissed her lightly on the lips as she stood up.

"Ready to go to dinner?" Rory asked, grabbing his hand.

"Yes," he said. They walked off to his car hand-in-hand.

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Logan Huntzberger strolled into the main lobby of the New York Times. His father had elected him to head the combination of these two companies, and now he stood at the front desk, thinking about how he was going to make this work. He had been working with his father for a little over a year now, and he still couldn't understand how the business exactly worked.

The lady at the front desk gave him a glance up and down, then politely asked for his name.

"Logan Huntzberger."

Upon hearing this she immediately stood up, and told him to follow her to the elevator where she directed him to take it to the fifth floor and ask for Ryan Leonard.

Logan listened to the dinging of the elevator, while thinking of the job in front of him. His cell rang quietly, a familiar tone vibrated through the small elevator.

"Logan Huntzberger, how may I help you my lady?" he answered, with a smirk playfully on his face.

"Well Mr. Huntzberger, I was looking for a certain young man by the name of Josh, but I seemed to have called the wrong number."

"What, you can't find your husband. Gosh, Honor, I thought you had him on a tighter rope than that."

"I feel insulted. Remember I my the older sister, and you are still my little brother," she said, emphasizing the little, "and don't think just because you're now at the head of daddy's little company that you can treat me as littler than you."

"Aw come on Honor, you'll always be older than me, and when you're turning 40, I'll be sure to remind you of that."

"Well, then, you can just say good bye to your sister because she is hanging up."

"Bye Honor. I'll tell dad you called."

"Don't you dare. Bye Logan."

The line went dead and Logan stepped out of the elevator into a busy room of people running around trying to finish the layout on time. He spotted a door marked Ryan Leonard immediately and made his way down there. Knocking lightly he heard a voice from inside the room.

"Come in."

Logan opened the door and saw a young man staring back at him. He seemed nice enough, but a little intimidating, the way his father could be if he wanted to be, which was almost all the time.

"Mr. Huntzberger, it is so good to finally meet you," He said charmingly, extending his hand.

"Mr. Leonard, I am looking forward to working with you personally to make sure this little merge goes smoothly."

"And I am sure it will," he said shaking Logan's he firmly.

"Now I think we should set a full staff meeting so we can work out some of the details, is that ok with you?" Logan asked politely.

"Yes of course. Let me have on of our assistants set that up," he said to Logan, then turned his attention to his phone, paging his secretary. "Linda, please call Ms. Lawrence into the room please."

A young woman walked in the room following this conversation. She was tall, near to six feet, and had bright red hair that almost looked like fire. Bright green eyes lit up her face with a certain look of enthusiasm and kindness.

"Hello Mr. Huntzberger," she said politely, as she gestured her hand towards the door, "shall I show the office?"

"Yes of course," Logan said, making his way to the door, "thank you Mr. Leonard."

"No problem. Just let me know if you need anything else," he said graciously.

"Will do."

"Now Mr. Huntzberger, let me show our office. This is the main part of the office, and down the hall is the second editor in chief. There is the copy room, the layout room, and the executive lounge. This is where the rest of us take our lunch and coffee breaks," the woman continued to explain. Logan tuned her out half way through her ramble. There was only one other person who could ramble on like this, but Logan quickly dismissed any thoughts of this person from his mind.

"Where is the conference room?" Logan asked, returning from his thoughts.

"Um, that way Mr. Huntzberger," she said pointing her finger the direction she meant. By the sound of her voice, Logan guessed that she had already pointed this out to him, and probably while he was daydreaming.

"Thank you," he replied sheepishly.

"And these the other assistants, this is Merlyn George," she said pointing to a short blonde lady, " Barbara Stratz," pointing to a short, plump, brunette, "and Rory Gilmore. Ladies this is Mr. Huntzberger."

Logan froze and looked to a young, tall brunette with piercing blue eyes. She looked as beautiful as she did when he last saw her, two years ago.

"Rory…"

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