Chapter Six - The Article
Logan Cale sat comfortably on the chair on the terrace of his hotel room. He was enjoying her first morning back in America, even if it wasn't in the city of his choice. It felt nice to be back in the States for the first time in five years. He was flipping through a Seattle Post he'd bought on impulse at the airport. He hadn't even glanced at it after he'd walked into his hotel room and fallen face first into the bed and not moved for a while after that. It was hell getting back in the West Coast zone after spending a year in London. Now as he sat in the warm sunlight of San Francisco, sipping coffee, he grabbed the paper and sat down to see what Seattle was up to.
When he opened it to the second page, he just about choked on the bagel he'd just taken a bite of.
'Eyes-Only Hack Results in Arrest of Slave Trading Ring'
"What in the hell?" Logan muttered aloud as he read the brief story again. On impulse he grabbed the society page and on seeing the front page of that, he choked all over again at the main story's title.
'Mysterious Max Attends Opening of Children's Theater'
He stared dumbfounded at the color picture of Max, her hair shoulder length and somehow straightened so the edges looked razor sharp. She was smartly dressed in a scarlet business skirt and jacket, which was fully buttoned, the collar of her white dress shirt pulled out and over the collar of the jacket. She hadn't smiled for the camera, and the picture had obviously been snapped as she walked into the building. Her hair was longer now; she looked all around differently, as if her attitude and aura had changed.
Finally breaking his eyes away from the picture, he read the article.
'Max Guevara attended last night's charity function to benefit Seattle's Orphaned Children Foundation. This was the first event that Miss Guevara has attended in several weeks, and when asked about this, she stated, "Nothing else interested me."
When asked what she wearing, she replied that she "Hadn't the slightest idea." Attending with her, was a young woman who calls herself 'Original Cindy.' She was, luckily, more talkative than Miss Guevara. Yet, the manner in which 'Original Cindy' delivered this information was not appropriate to be printed in any tasteful magazine. The basic gist of what Miss Cindy said was that Miss Guevara cares about children.
It is in the opinion of this writer that Max Guevara is a welcome reprise from the stereotypical chilly social life, and as an openly proud informant of the elusive Eyes-Only, we welcome her, and all of her contradictory nature, into Seattle's social life.
Miss Guevara is rumored to be attending the Delaney Family Spring Ball tomorrow night.'
The article went on the explain Max's mysterious background and the rumors circulating about her. Logan snorted as he read the article again. It was so obviously and typically Max. Yet only he saw the irony in the fact that Max, the only woman he would ever love, had kept alive the one thing that had driven him away from her.
Logan then decided that maybe it was time to pay a visit to Seattle, take in the sites, drop by South Market, and come back from the dead. You know, the usual.
Logan Cale sat comfortably on the chair on the terrace of his hotel room. He was enjoying her first morning back in America, even if it wasn't in the city of his choice. It felt nice to be back in the States for the first time in five years. He was flipping through a Seattle Post he'd bought on impulse at the airport. He hadn't even glanced at it after he'd walked into his hotel room and fallen face first into the bed and not moved for a while after that. It was hell getting back in the West Coast zone after spending a year in London. Now as he sat in the warm sunlight of San Francisco, sipping coffee, he grabbed the paper and sat down to see what Seattle was up to.
When he opened it to the second page, he just about choked on the bagel he'd just taken a bite of.
'Eyes-Only Hack Results in Arrest of Slave Trading Ring'
"What in the hell?" Logan muttered aloud as he read the brief story again. On impulse he grabbed the society page and on seeing the front page of that, he choked all over again at the main story's title.
'Mysterious Max Attends Opening of Children's Theater'
He stared dumbfounded at the color picture of Max, her hair shoulder length and somehow straightened so the edges looked razor sharp. She was smartly dressed in a scarlet business skirt and jacket, which was fully buttoned, the collar of her white dress shirt pulled out and over the collar of the jacket. She hadn't smiled for the camera, and the picture had obviously been snapped as she walked into the building. Her hair was longer now; she looked all around differently, as if her attitude and aura had changed.
Finally breaking his eyes away from the picture, he read the article.
'Max Guevara attended last night's charity function to benefit Seattle's Orphaned Children Foundation. This was the first event that Miss Guevara has attended in several weeks, and when asked about this, she stated, "Nothing else interested me."
When asked what she wearing, she replied that she "Hadn't the slightest idea." Attending with her, was a young woman who calls herself 'Original Cindy.' She was, luckily, more talkative than Miss Guevara. Yet, the manner in which 'Original Cindy' delivered this information was not appropriate to be printed in any tasteful magazine. The basic gist of what Miss Cindy said was that Miss Guevara cares about children.
It is in the opinion of this writer that Max Guevara is a welcome reprise from the stereotypical chilly social life, and as an openly proud informant of the elusive Eyes-Only, we welcome her, and all of her contradictory nature, into Seattle's social life.
Miss Guevara is rumored to be attending the Delaney Family Spring Ball tomorrow night.'
The article went on the explain Max's mysterious background and the rumors circulating about her. Logan snorted as he read the article again. It was so obviously and typically Max. Yet only he saw the irony in the fact that Max, the only woman he would ever love, had kept alive the one thing that had driven him away from her.
Logan then decided that maybe it was time to pay a visit to Seattle, take in the sites, drop by South Market, and come back from the dead. You know, the usual.