A/N: Thank you for the reviews :). I also want to thank Laura for proof reading this for me. I promise the next chapters WILL be a lot longer than this one.
**Part 2**
Logan was frivolously rearranging his late father's desktop. The oak wood table matched the rest of the room where wooden cabinets lined the walls and dark leather chairs, a few fern plants and expensive artwork completed the design. Bling, as the family lawyer was affectionately known, was seated on a nearby swivel chair, amusing himself with Logan's impressive display of domestic talents. He was very much aware that Logan was nervous.
He and Max Guevara, the other heir of Biotech Publishing, had not seen each other for many years. Mr. Guevara and Mr. Cale Sr. were equal partners in the conglomerate, publishing established scientific journals with investigative literatures and random philosophical papers. Since both were finally deceased, complete ownership was transferred to their children.
Logan run his fingers through his spiky blond hair. The desk could not get any cleaner so he finally gave up his attempts to keep himself busy while waiting for Max. The last time he heard, she had been doing a double major degree in English and Human Biology. He tried not to concern himself much since the mere thought of her brought back painful memories. Events that had hurt him at twenty one, and even if he won't admit it to himself, still hurt him then.
"Hello Logan. " Startled, Logan searched for the source of the familiar voice. There she stood, tall, poised, confident and stunningly beautiful. She was wearing a navy blue linen ensemble and a white satin undershirt, her curly hair up in a tousled knot, and her lips painted glossy pink. No longer innocent, no longer trusting, and no longer a child.
"Hello Max."
***
Max took a deep breath before entering the office the secretary showed her. She wasn't sure if she was ready to face Logan but the circumstances allowed her no choice. She could never give up her ownership of the company, it was the only tangible remains that connected Max to her father. Growing up, in the very little time she spent with him, he had instilled in her that one day she would need to take over his position. In the back of her mind, she had always been aware of that responsibility and the time had come for her to fulfill it.
Entering the room, Max's eyes first landed on a good looking Black man reading over what she assumed was the will. Over by the left, she found Logan staring intently at the Seattle skyline.
Max remembered Logan to be the intellectual type. She loved bothering him when he was reading a book because the look he would give her was just so precious. Deep entrapment within another world would turn into a mixture of happiness [to see her, she hoped] and annoyance because something magical was lost.
Logan's glasses covered his blue-like-the-lake coloured eyes. Max liked the glasses on him, it added a nice touch to his Armani tailored suit. So, the boy grew up fine, she had to give him that. Too bad he ruined her life, otherwise he would have been perfect.
Logan gave her a surprised look after she greeted him. Adoration was spelled in his eyes but he quickly blinked it away.
"Hello Max. It's been a long time."
"Yes it has." Max agreed. "How have you been ?"
And so went their polite civilities and cool facade. While deep down both would have preferred to shake the other up and ask 'why'.
As soon as introductions to Bling were made, the three proceeded to talk about business. Logan and Max each owned fifty percent of the publishing house. This meant a lot of compromise if ever the two disagreed on decisional matters. By the looks of it, even their outward civil accords could not hide the impending fact that the office would soon be a thriving battlefield.
The rest of Max's first day went smoothly, under the circumstances. Logan had been courteous to her and she to him. So the established status quo was unconsciously set. Both would put on their professional personas in the office and whatever personal issues they both may have would be dealt with in the undetermined future. This was not the ideal situation but it would have to do since digging up past betrayals and questions could ruin the delicate transition that Biotech was going through
**Part 2**
Logan was frivolously rearranging his late father's desktop. The oak wood table matched the rest of the room where wooden cabinets lined the walls and dark leather chairs, a few fern plants and expensive artwork completed the design. Bling, as the family lawyer was affectionately known, was seated on a nearby swivel chair, amusing himself with Logan's impressive display of domestic talents. He was very much aware that Logan was nervous.
He and Max Guevara, the other heir of Biotech Publishing, had not seen each other for many years. Mr. Guevara and Mr. Cale Sr. were equal partners in the conglomerate, publishing established scientific journals with investigative literatures and random philosophical papers. Since both were finally deceased, complete ownership was transferred to their children.
Logan run his fingers through his spiky blond hair. The desk could not get any cleaner so he finally gave up his attempts to keep himself busy while waiting for Max. The last time he heard, she had been doing a double major degree in English and Human Biology. He tried not to concern himself much since the mere thought of her brought back painful memories. Events that had hurt him at twenty one, and even if he won't admit it to himself, still hurt him then.
"Hello Logan. " Startled, Logan searched for the source of the familiar voice. There she stood, tall, poised, confident and stunningly beautiful. She was wearing a navy blue linen ensemble and a white satin undershirt, her curly hair up in a tousled knot, and her lips painted glossy pink. No longer innocent, no longer trusting, and no longer a child.
"Hello Max."
***
Max took a deep breath before entering the office the secretary showed her. She wasn't sure if she was ready to face Logan but the circumstances allowed her no choice. She could never give up her ownership of the company, it was the only tangible remains that connected Max to her father. Growing up, in the very little time she spent with him, he had instilled in her that one day she would need to take over his position. In the back of her mind, she had always been aware of that responsibility and the time had come for her to fulfill it.
Entering the room, Max's eyes first landed on a good looking Black man reading over what she assumed was the will. Over by the left, she found Logan staring intently at the Seattle skyline.
Max remembered Logan to be the intellectual type. She loved bothering him when he was reading a book because the look he would give her was just so precious. Deep entrapment within another world would turn into a mixture of happiness [to see her, she hoped] and annoyance because something magical was lost.
Logan's glasses covered his blue-like-the-lake coloured eyes. Max liked the glasses on him, it added a nice touch to his Armani tailored suit. So, the boy grew up fine, she had to give him that. Too bad he ruined her life, otherwise he would have been perfect.
Logan gave her a surprised look after she greeted him. Adoration was spelled in his eyes but he quickly blinked it away.
"Hello Max. It's been a long time."
"Yes it has." Max agreed. "How have you been ?"
And so went their polite civilities and cool facade. While deep down both would have preferred to shake the other up and ask 'why'.
As soon as introductions to Bling were made, the three proceeded to talk about business. Logan and Max each owned fifty percent of the publishing house. This meant a lot of compromise if ever the two disagreed on decisional matters. By the looks of it, even their outward civil accords could not hide the impending fact that the office would soon be a thriving battlefield.
The rest of Max's first day went smoothly, under the circumstances. Logan had been courteous to her and she to him. So the established status quo was unconsciously set. Both would put on their professional personas in the office and whatever personal issues they both may have would be dealt with in the undetermined future. This was not the ideal situation but it would have to do since digging up past betrayals and questions could ruin the delicate transition that Biotech was going through