I'm really sorry about how long it's taken me to get this uploaded, I've had some writers block issues, but I think I've got a handle on this now. Hopefully my next upload will be a lot faster! Another Logan chapter, y'all seemed very interested in the call, so here it is…
"Hello?" Logan answered the phone briskly; he really didn't want to be disturbed right now.
"Logan Echolls?" an unfamiliar voice asked tersely.
"You've got him. Who is this? And why are you calling me at this time in the morning?" Logan hissed into the phone as he slipped silently from the room. He walked onto the balcony, hoping that his voice wouldn't travel through the suite and wake Veronica. She had looked so peaceful; he really didn't want to disturb her.
The man on the other end of the phone cleared his throat.
"Yes?" Logan said impatiently, "If you're calling to ask me to prom, sorry I've already got a date."
"No, Mr Echolls, I did not call to ask you to prom." The voice on the other end of the phone sounded terse, brisk, as if Logan was the one calling him and wasting his time, rather than the other way around.
"Well then," Logan said, leaning on the balcony railing, looking out vast expanse of the ocean stretching out on the horizon. "Why did you call?" He really wasn't in the mood for any of this bull.
"Well Mr Echolls, I have some very valuable information that I think you would pay very highly for."
"Oh, you do, do you?" Logan wasn't exactly intrigued; he got calls like this all the time.
Ever since his father murdered Lilly Kane, and then had the audacity to be murdered himself, Logan had been inundated with calls from so-called ex-lovers, spurned business executives and other nut-jobs, all looking to cash in on the Echolls family's sordid past. Logan was used to dealing with these kinds of people, but it still irritated the hell out of him.
"I'm sorry to burst your bubble… well actually I'm not sorry at all, I'm quite happy to burst your bubble, nothing gives me more pleasure to be honest with you. But I don't pay for information. Ever. The wonders of the internet have allowed me to be very well informed, on all things concerning myself and my family."
"I'm sorry to hear that Mr Echolls, I thought we could do this the easy way."
"What are you talking about?" Logan couldn't help but feel a tiny bit concerned about the way this conversation was going.
"Well Mr Echolls, my client wants your money, and I have been given free rein on how this transaction will occur. I thought I would make life easy for you, give you something for your buck. But it seems you're not interested. I'll just have to be more creative."
Logan swallowed. This wasn't like the usual calls. He wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but he knew it couldn't be good. He composed himself, straightening up, even though the mysterious person on the other end of the phone couldn't hear him.
"Who is this?" he demanded "And what exactly do you think you're doing? You won't get a cent out of me, so I suggest you cut the bull."
The man laughed; a harsh, crisp laugh that sent a cold shiver up Logan's spine.
"Excuse me if I don't take you too seriously Mr Echolls. I've dealt with spoilt little rich boys like you numerous times. Now are you willing to listen to what my client has in mind, or will I have to show you that I mean business?"
Logan was growing angrier by the minute. How dare this man call him like this, demanding money, for no reason other than his "client" wanted it? However, the caller was making Logan increasingly uneasy, so he decided not to let his hot head get him into trouble as it had on numerous other occasions.
"I'll ask one more time," Logan said calmly, breathing through his nose. "Who are you, and what do you want?"
"Well Mr Echolls, I have made it clear what I want; your money. All of it. Now, can we make a deal, or will I have to give you a little incentive? That little blonde girl you brought home last night seemed special…"
Logan gripped the railing of the balcony tightly, gritting his teeth.
"If you touch one hair on Veronica's head, I swear to God, you will unleash a world of pain upon yourself. Tell your client that I don't care what he's selling, I'm not buying it. And if you contact me again, I will hunt you down and kill you. You know who my father was, and what he did, so you should be aware that that's not an empty threat."
Logan jabbed at the red button on his cell, hanging up. He gripped the railing tighter, breathing through his nose. That call had definitely shaken him. Who was that person, and what exactly did they want? Surely he hadn't thought that Logan would just give up all his money at the drop of a hat? Whatever the man wanted, he was sure that that call wasn't the last he would hear from him. Logan groaned, running his hand through his hair.
Turning around slowly, he saw Veronica standing behind the glass of the balcony window. She stepped around the door, smiling at him. After that freaky call, he was glad to see her. Even if the man on the phone's comment about Veronica was just an empty threat, he still felt better having her near him.
He looked her up and down, a smile spreading across his face; she was wearing only the bed sheet, and looking incredibly sexy. His mind began to think of some very energetic morning activities, all thoughts about the call forgotten.
"Why hello there Miss Mars, you seem to have forgotten your clothes…"
