Ah! Finally an update! So this chapter is the long awaited reunion. Enjoy! Oh and on a side note…I've been trying to look for this one story on here. It's about Rory going to Europe with Emily where she meets Logan. They spend the whole summer basically together. Logan follows Rory around Europe. Neither knows each other's last name but then they meet at Yale again. I started reading it a long time ago and loved it but I didn't bookmark it. Now, I can't find it so if someone has any idea what story I'm talking about PLEASE let me know. Thanks!

The next week

Maybe what got Rory about this particular day the most was how ordinary it was; no ominous warnings of black cats crossing her path, breaking mirrors, or walking under ladders. Nope, it was just an ordinary day at the office. Little did she know her life was about to get tossed and turned as she went up the 20 floors to her office. As soon as she got settled down behind her desk, Rory's secretary buzzed her on the phone.

"Ms. Gilmore, there's an important meeting today at 2 that requires your presence at the top floor. All of the senior writers and editors are supposed to attend," Chelsea, Rory's secretary said.

"If I must," Rory replied annoyed. She never looked forward to these meetings because they usually involved drones that loved to hear themselves talk. She'd rather work on her article. Rory never bothered to ask what the meeting was about prior to it. It was always about some mergers or other. She didn't know yet that this meeting might be one of the most eventful.

Logan's limo pulled up in front of the New York Times. He felt a certain trepidation because he knew this was not his territory. It was Rory's. Nervous didn't even begin to describe how he felt given that she probably had no idea that he was going to be at her work place and he hadn't seen her in years. Having worked on this merger, he knew of the eventuality of seeing Rory. Perhaps that's why he especially wanted to get involved. He had the advantage of having prepared himself for a possible meet with his old flame. However, knowing ahead of time didn't really help. Screw preparations. He didn't even realize he was wearing two different shoes until the bellman at his apartment politely pointed out that he had on one black shoe and one brown. Logan raked his fingers over his already messy hair and silently told himself, 'Here we go.' He stepped into the elevators and rode up to the top of the building.

The elevators opened and he walked down the hall and then opened some doors to a spacious meeting room. There were already some people chatting. He spotted Tony and walked over to him.

"Hey man how's it going?"

"You're a bit early," Tony noticed.

Logan had been so worried he was going to be late that he was 15 minutes early. "Yeah I'm the punctual type. So, who's supposed to be here for this meeting?"

"Well all the usual big suits and some reporters here and there."

"Oh yea? Which reporters?"

Tony grinned. He was going to have fun avoiding exactly who the reporters were going to be. "It's really just a few of our guys."

"Hmm," Logan refused to ask out right if Rory was going to be there.

Fifteen minutes later, William Ashcroft, the big boss of the paper, arrived signaling the start of the meeting. To Logan's both disappointment and relief, Rory didn't show up.

"Okay everyone lets get this meeting started. Let's make it as short and sweet as possible shall we?" Ashcroft began.

Logan sat at the opposite end of the long table where on the other side William Ashcroft lounged back in his chair.

Logan stood and introduced himself, "Hello everyone. My name is Logan Huntzberger, CEO of Huntzberger Publishing. It is my great pleasure to formally announce the merging of the New York Times and Huntzberger Publishing. Before I continue I'd like to say that everyone does not need to worry about lay-offs or anything of that matter. The New York Times will still be called the New York Times. It is simply a--" Logan broke off as the doors next to him opened. He stared wide-eyed at the person that just came in.

"Sorry I'm late but please continue," Rory quickly apologized and made eye contact with William Ashcroft as she walked to a seat. She hadn't realized yet who was talking. She had been distracted in her office typing up the article when she hadn't seen that she was late for the meeting. She went up to the meeting room as fast as she could while managing not to spill her cup of coffee in her hand.

"Ms. Gilmore please take a seat quickly. Mr. Huntzberger, please continue," at the mention of that name, Rory whipped her head towards the other end of the table to come eye to eye with Logan Huntzberger. Brown eyes battled with blue eyes as Logan and Rory stared at each other for what seemed like centuries until Rory realized who she was looking at. Amazement was quickly smothered by anger and coldness. Logan saw the change in her eyes and looked away.

"As I was saying..." Logan went on but Rory wasn't listening. The only thing she heard was the whistling sound in her ears. She needed to get out. She couldn't breathe.

'Get a grip. C'mon, get a grip!" she mentally told herself. She really should've asked what this meeting was about and what company was involved.

Logan on the other hand hardly knew what he was talking about. He could barely think. It was a good thing that he basically had this speech down with the number of times he's had to say it save for a few changes here and there each time. He knew he was talking but what he was really thinking was, 'Damn she looks good.' He couldn't help but notice that she can make business attire look really sexy. Her hair was the same color but it was a little bit longer. He kept glancing in her direction but each time, she had her head down and blatantly avoiding making eye contact. Logan desperately wanted to make eye contact with her and see her baby blues in full force again but she wouldn't have it. Then again it may have been a good thing that she was avoiding looking at him because he had the feeling that if he saw her eyes he would stop thinking completely.

She knew he was casting her glances here and there. She couldn't deny it; she knew that their connection was still there. She could feel his glances which only served to send shivers throughout her body. However, she resolved to ignore them and just keep her head down. Finally, she heard Logan's speech end and William Ashcroft stood to make his. She gave a quick glance up and saw Logan sit on a vacant seat next to Ashcroft. She immediately turned her glance to Ashcroft and pretended that she was paying attention all the while many different emotions were running around in her head. You wouldn't think she was feeling so much surprise, anger, and resentment. To the outside, she had on a blank face, an expression she quickly learned was a good tool.

The blankness of her face was not at all unnoticed by Logan. He was actually surprised that she wasn't showing much of anything at all. He used to be able to read her like a book and could decipher the little looks and any subtle nuances on her face. But now, he was at a loss as to what she was thinking. He wasn't going to lie; this disturbed him a little.

Rory silently prayed for this meeting to quickly end. Finally, when Ashcroft dismissed the room, Rory quickly stood up and speed walked to the doors. Once out of the meeting room doors she ran down the hall to the elevators like a wild horse. It felt like centuries until the elevator doors opened. She quickly jumped in and hit the button to go down to the lobby before anybody else could get in the elevator. To her relief no one else caught the elevator with her. Her mind was still reeling from the sight of Logan. She couldn't help but notice the changes in him. He had more facial hair with the five o'clock shadow he was sporting. He also had that air of confidence that came with owning a major company and needing to deal with hardball suits. Gone was the Logan Rory knew to be fun and free-spirited.

The elevators opened to the lobby. Rory walked across the echoing floor of the lobby and out to the busy sidewalk. She really wished she had a cigarette on her. She continued to walk a few paces to the left and didn't even see one of the reporters standing smoking a cigarette.

"Rory!" Alicia, a columnist, shouted her name. Rory seemed to be in a daze until Alicia caught her attention. Rory looked at her like she was an angel from heaven smoking a blessed cigarette.

"Alicia could I bother you for a cigarette?"

"Of course," she handed one to Rory and also gave her a lighter. Rory lit her cigarette and took in a big drag. Alicia looked at her with questions in her eyes. Rory remained silent for the time being.

"Must have been one hell of a meeting," Alicia finally commented, knowing that there was a big merger today and all of the senior reporters where required to go. Alicia was amazed by Rory. She was so young and already quite successful.

"Yea I guess you could say that," Rory replied, not really wanting to talk about her past with Alicia. Although they made quick friends and Rory could say that Alicia became one of her very good friends, Rory liked to keep her personal life as private as possible. It was convenient for her to talk to Finn, Steph, and Collin because they were there from the very beginning of her relationship with Logan, but even then, she still tried to keep her personal life low key.

Alicia still couldn't help but notice that Rory looked troubled. However, in all the time she had known Rory, she knew better than to try to get Rory to open up. Rory would tell her once she was ready.

"Well always remember I'm just a couple of cubicles and offices away if you want to talk about anything," Alicia smiled and walked back to the front doors of the New York Times. Rory was grateful that Alicia didn't try to pry. She wanted to silently think about her current situation.

Logan was now in his new office in the New York Times building. He got his own office because of this merger. He expected to be spending some time in the building. Being the CEO of a big company basically gave him some open doors he could just walk through, one being that he could be a freelance writer for the New York Times. This merger may not have seemed like such a big deal to the public as there was always a merger going on here and there. However, to him, it was one of the most important mergers in his life mainly because Rory worked for the New York Times. At the moment, he didn't know how he felt about the current situation. There could be many occasions when he and Rory may run into each other. There was always a chance for an accidental bump in a break room. Before fully thinking about it, he requested an office he knew to be on the same floor as her. Oh yes, he definitely did his research. But, the more he thought about it, the more he feared that this move was all wrong. Seeing the blank expression on Rory's face did nothing for his confidence. The only reassurance he felt was that Colin, Finn, and Steph were all moved in the city.

He looked at his desk and then to the phone that was staring right at him. He knew what he wanted to do. He picked up a phone and started to dial a familiar number.

"Hello?"

"Finn it's me. I'm at the New York Times right now and just finished a merger. I kind of need to talk to you about something."

Silence sliced through the phone lines.

"Finn are you there? Look I really need to talk to you. It's about Rory."

"Oh now you decide you want to pick up the phone and talk about Rory. You're a right bastard you know that? Do you have any idea at all how much hurt you shoved into that girl? She was so broken Logan! Steph, Colin, and I picked up the pieces but I'll tell you, it's never been put back together. You had no right! She loved you so much and you just threw it away," Finn went into a long tirade.

"I had obligations!"

"We all have obligations Logan and we've followed through with them without hurting anybody."

"Finn you don't understand."

"Then make me understand!"

Logan sighed. He has to tell Finn why he did what he did, "Look I don't want to talk about this over the phone. Let's meet up somewhere. There's a coffee shop on 5th."

"Alright," Finn answered curtly.

"I know what I did was stupid and I should be flogged but please, I had my reasons which I thought at the time were the only options I had."

"You know Colin and Stephanie are here. They're waiting for their furniture to get in from San Francisco. They probably want to hear your side too, finally," Finn added the last word under his breath.

"That's fine with me. It's time I start talking about it with my best friends. Let's meet at 6."