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Logan didn't move when he heard Rory's words. He could see her faintly in the mirror. She waited a couple of minutes before she left. Logan didn't move. When he heard the elevator door close, he allowed his shoulders to slump. Why? Why did she have to do this to him? He thought he loved her, but now? He wasn't entirely sure.
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I stood in the elevator. Stupid, stupid stupid! Why had I said that? And Logan didn't move! I breathed out heavily, almost a growl, it sounded like "ughf"
I needed to see Mitchum. When my elevator reached the lobby I stormed out and hailed a cab. It was the same guy from before. Still fuming, I ground out "Huntzberger." He nodded in acknowledgement and spend off.
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Logan stood in Stephen's office. The man was grovelling. "Mr. Huntzberger, I had no idea... I didn't mean to- I'm so sorry-"
"Shut up Stephen. I want to know about Rory Gilmore." He looked at the sniveling man in front of him. The first one to go. He thought to himself.
"She's great!"
"Why her? Why did she have to be Ever?"
"She's the only one who could be Ever! She knew you, she looked like herself, she's a wonderful journalist... the list goes on!"
"So both of you used me because I loved her?"
"We didn't use you. We were trying to get a story."
"Then explain to me why you couldn't just ask for an interview?"
"Because it wouldn't be as indepth!" Logan looked at the man. He wanted the story. The real story. He sat down in a chair.
"Now tell me the real reason."
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"Mitchum Huntzberger" I stated to the lady at the front desk.
"May I ask your-"
"Rory Gilmore. I need to see him now. You can either call me up, or so help me God I will go up there myself right now." The lady looked startled and picked up the phone.
"Hi, Sue? Yes it's Diane. I have a Rory Gilmore for Mr. Huntzberger. She's very persistant. Yes I see. Alright.." She held the phone out to me. "Mr. Huntzberger would like to speak with you."
I took the phone. "Mitchum." Diane looked at me in surprise.
"Rory! What can I do for you?"
"You can explain exactly what you did to my article. Or you can let me upstairs so I can talk to you in person."
"No, no, that won't do. Let's chat now. What article are you talking about?"
"Shut up Mitchum. You know exactly what article I'm talking about." Diane's eye widened further and she gestured at the guard to say "are you hearing this?" The guard nodded and grinned.
"I'm afraid I don't Miss. Gilmore. Now, if you could watch your tone with me-"
"Don't tell me to watch my tone. I am the only person in this entire country who isn't afraid to talk back to you and I think you know that. Now I want answers. Stephen sent you my article last night? Correct?"
"I think he sent my a file, let me check."
"It's probably open on your screen right now you liar."
"What go you want Lorelei?"
"I want to know why you changed my article. I wrote that Logan would be a good head of the NYT and that the paper will be okay. I woke up this morning to find out I tore him apart and even encouraged readers to send in their letters of complaint! Stephen showed me what he sent you. It was the original. Unless you sent it to someone else, you changed that article and I cannot fathom why." Mitchum hesitated on the other end of the phone. That little snitch Stephen. Rory would never understand.
"There were some other factors to be taken into account."
"Uh-huh. Sure. Why would a father insult his son? Let alone on an international paper."
"Miss. Gilmore. Please hand the phone to Diane."
"No."
"I'm going to tell her to page you up." I handed the phone back to Diane, motioning for her to put it on speaker. True to his word, Mitchum ordered Diane, who opened the gate immediately. I rode the elevator up silently. Iwalked into Mitchum's office, using my most intimidating stance. It usually didn't work all that well but today, with her hair still messy from sleep and a slightly crazed look on her face, Mitchum had never seen anything more terrifying.
"Sit down Rory." I stayed standing. Mitchum shook his head, of course. He continued speaking. "I've been under a lot of pressure from the board. They originally suggested Logan should be the head of the Times. I tried to discourage them because I honestly don't feel he is ready for the responsibility, so I've been trying to convince him to refuse the offer, but he found out you were working there and his mind is completely set on it now. I can't be the one to actually fire him from the job, it has to be something else. So, in a way, I'm trying to protect him." He finished. I looked at him and thought about my words before speaking.
Mitchum watched her as she picked her words. Her silence was almost worse than if she were to yell at him. She stood up. Finally she spoke. The words were spoken softly, but they were the words that he remembered ten years from then when he was considering retiring. They were the words that convinced him to give the company to his son.
"I think, Mitchum, you need to have a little faith. You don't know Logan very well, and contrary to his beliefs, I do. I wrote that article the way I did because I honestly believe he will do well in the position. Try believing in Logan. Logan is a brilliant writer, a good boss, and he handles a crisis well. Have a faith in your son. He is a Huntzberger after all." After I finished speaking, I left before Mitchum could reply.
The elevator was just as silent as before, but the lobby was louder than ever. Paparazzi were everywhere. Logan was there.
"Rory." He nodded to me and gestured that I should follow him. He led me to an empty board room. I sat in a chair. He sat next to me and faced me.
"Hi." I said weakly. He nodded again in response.
"I-"
"Before you say anything, your father wrote the article that was published."
"I know. I wanted to say that I believe we need to get to know each other again. I realized that this morning when I read that article. I honestly believed it might have been something you'd written because we've been fighting for five years. Silently, but still fighting. What I'm trying to say is that I'd like to get to know you. Not Ever, not Ace, but you. The you that is sitting in front of me. I may have hated you for the past five years but I've loved you all the same. I've watched you gain your footing, leap from paper to paper and ultimately learn to fly. I know it must have taken some changes to do that, and I want to get to know Rory Gilmore, journalist for the New York Times." He stopped speaking and looked at me. I smiled.
"Don't think I haven't watched you grow up Logan Huntzberger. You've grown from a college kid with a trust fund to someone who is capable of making his own money. I'd like to get to know you as well."
He smiled. "I hoped you would say something like that. So I was wondering if you would meet me tonight at the Rainbow Room."
"I would, but maybe not the Rainbow Room. I was thinking of something a little less fancy. One thing you need to know is that I am still a Gilmore and with going out with a Gilmore comes a certain responsibility. Meet me outside the NYT building tonight at 8pm. Dress all in black and be prepared to run." I smirked at his shocked expression. Finally he grinned.
"Rory Gilmore. You truly are one of a kind."
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