Hi, sorry for the lack of updates, I'm updating in the morning before school and a test because tonight I'm going out with some friends and I don't really know when I'll be home, it could be around one am just like it could be 4 am lol.
From this chapter things are going to move pretty quickly for Veronica and Logan..
Chapter 4
"It's true, please let me introduce myself, John St James."
"Please tell me you're kidding me."
"I wouldn't joke about such an important thing, if you want a dedication it will have to wait a little because that little weasel is trying to rip me off of my money! I went to see someone else because he's an incompetent idiot who thinks he's the best agent on the west coast."
"How much money does he want?"
"Two millions."
"Two million?" she repeated surprised, she raised her head and looked at him. She put her pen down and looked at Logan who was angry, but then who wouldn't be in his situation. "Do you have the contract you've signed with your agent?"
"Yes." He pulled a bunch of sheets out of the back pocket of his jeans and gave them to Veronica who read them pretty quickly. She smiled at him and put the papers down.
"You don't have to worry, you've signed the papers under what I assume is one of your penname so you're pretty safe. If you had signed these papers using your real name it would have been different, but you've signed them as Logan Vaughn. I'm going to work on it and if it goes well, it will be over soon, I'm sure your former agent knows he won't go far with his complain. If everything goes well, it should be ruled as no ground for prosecution."
"Good, because I'm so not giving him any money, especially after this."
"If everything goes well no one is getting a dollar from you." She said with a smile as she closed the file. "I'll work on your case, I'll contact your former agent and his lawyer, sometime over the week and I'll call afterwards."
"Great, I really hopeeverything will go well and quickly. Listen it's past noon, how about having lunch with me, my treat of course."
"Sorry, I don't have time for lunch, maybe another day."
"No time for lunch? Come on Ronne, you're going to make believe that the girl who could easily eat three plates of pasta is going to skip lunch."
"Some things changed, when you're in my position you learn to skip lunch or supper and just eat a little sandwich along with many cups of coffee."
"And sleep in your office, you work too much. I'm just asking you to come have lunch with me, it's not like I'm asking you to marry me, it's just a lunch between two old friends."
"Like I said, I'm sorry Logan, I don't have time for lunch, maybe another day."
"Funny, how I don't believe you, it's just a lunch and you can order whatever you want."
"Logan…"
"Nope, I won't take no for an answer
"Ok, but I'm coming just because you're being an annoying guy! I should have kicked you out instead of accepting to take your case."
"Too late!" he said as he grabbed Veronica's jacket and waited for her to move from her desk. He heard her sigh loudly, before getting up and grabbing her jacket from Logan's hand, she walk out and told her assistant to take her messages and tell Wallace he could reach her on her cell. Logan frowned as he heard the name Wallace, was he her boyfriend? A friend? A client? He was still so deep in his thoughts, that he did not notice Veronica talking to him, until she hit his arm. "What, sorry I was lost in my thoughts."
"Yeah, I noticed it. So ready to go, there's a good Ita…
"Oh no Mars, I'm taking you to a restaurant in Beverly Hills, my favorite restaurant."
"Let me guess, the Ivy." She said with a smirk, Logan shook his head and grabbed her by the arm and led her towards the door.
"No, at L'Ambroisie."
"You're kidding me! You can't go there and expect them to let us have lunch without even booking a table eight months before."
"Unless, you know the chef and you own 45 of the place. I knew that investing in that restaurant was a good idea when the chef came to see me."
"I didn't know you were such a big fan of French food."
"Since it seems like you own and probably have read most of my book, you may remember that there is a series that takes place in France, a young American detective who moves to Europe and France after the death of her fiancé before their wedding."
"I know these books, they are my favorites." she said, blushing as she admitted it. She saw Logan's smirk grow wider as he realized that his Veronica may not be dead after all. His books were detective stories with a healthy dose of romance, he wrote them while thinking to the Senior Year Veronica, he suddenly wondered if she has realized that it's her in the book, there were some clues. "So where did you find your inspiration?"
"You haven't realized it?"
"Realized what?" Logan just smiled and got into his car as Veronica got into the passenger seat. She looked at him, still waiting for an answer.
"It's you."
"Me? How can it be me, it can't be me, come on now tell me the truth."
"It's the truth, remember the bad ass Veronica Mars? I've used your total change of look and personality to write my book, remember how the character goes from being a nice girl to a bad ass detective after the death of her fiancé? That's you Veronica, after Lilly's death."
"Oh."
"That's all you have to say?"
"Well, I'm in a state of shock, it's not every day that you learn you're the heroine of a book, not a book, a series."
"Let just say it's my way to apologize for what I've put you through."
"And mostly a way to earn lots of money."
"Not at all, I didn't even want to publish it at first, or have it published under my real name but then I changed my mind. If I had it published had Logan Echolls the press would have had a field day, making fun of me and of this book and I wanted none of this. That's why I decided after a few years to give it to a publisher under a fake name and put a dedication."
"Thank you for not killing me and sorry for everything, Love." Veronica whispered, she knew the dedication by heart, having read it countless times, it is the same one in all his books. She looked outside, at the shops as Logan was driving. They said nothing until they reached the restaurant and even there their conversation was tensed.
