It was the next day and Rory was sitting at her desk at the Yale Daily News. She was supposed to be typing her next feature article, however she wasn't getting particularly far since she couldn't keep her mind from wandering. She was startled out of her current state by a very flustered Doyle.

"Look alive, Gilmore! We've all got to be at the top of our game. Mitchum Huntzberger is coming."

"Really, why would he be coming here?"

"I have no idea. But so help me god Gilmore, if you make me look bad and I lose all chances of landing a newspaper job after graduation, you'll be stuck copy editing for the rest of your college paper career."

To that Rory gave a look of surprise at Doyle's obvious anxiousness and decided it would be best if she at least looked to be busy writing.

"Fine, Doyle"

With that Doyle took off across the room at some poor freshmen loading the printers for this evenings printing.

"Mark stop right there. You idiot, that is the wrong paper. I'm trying to print a newspaper here, not a damn rave flyer."

Ten Minutes later the paper issue was solved and Rory was deeply into her second paragraph. It was just at this moment that the door to the office flew open and a very handsome older gentleman waltzed in. Rory knew immediately who this man was. The man looked very much like Logan, just forty years older. Besides his sandy grey hair, which she knew at one time had to have been a light blonde; he also had Logan's warm brown eyes. He carried himself in that same cocky, self-assured manner that she thought Logan himself had perfected and patented. But she knew now that Logan was merely the apprentice and that this man was in actuality the master and commander of that little trait. Doyle now appeared from the back room and rushed up to Mr. Huntzberger.

"Mr. Huntzberger. It's so good to have you here. How are you? How was your trip from New York?"

"It was fine Doyle but where is my son?"

"Logan? Oh well he hasn't come in yet today."

"He hasn't? But isn't today printing day? Isn't it procedure to have the entire staff here today?"

"Yes it is. And I'm sure, Mr. Huntzberger that he will be here any minute now."

As if on cue, Logan sauntered into the room, much the same way his father had. However, seeing his father he stopped dead in his tracks. He gazed at his father with a shocked expression then turned to look around the room as if he were trying to find the best escape route. Mr. Huntzberger however spotted his son immediately and dashed all Logan's hopes of a speedy retreat.

"Son, come here."

Logan walked up to his father and put on his best parental game face.

"Father how good it is to see you. What brings you here to Yale?"

Logan's father seemed to see right through his son's act and dismissed his son's pleasantries and went strait to business.

"You know very well that I invest a lot of money in the School's newspaper. I came up here to check up on my investment and to make sure you were fulfilling your duty at the paper."

At this Logan's smile fell from his lips.

Mr. Huntzberger then turned back to Doyle.

"You see Doyle; I came here today not merely to check up on the paper but also to discuss with both you and my son the necessity for him to learn all he can. Doyle, I want you to make sure that you teach Logan everything about the business of newspapers, so that one day he may take over, so to speak, the family business. Do you think that you can do that for me, Doyle?"

From Rory's point of view she could see Doyle inwardly groan, however he maintained appearances on the outside and nodded resolutely at Mr. Huntzberger's request.

Mr. Huntzberger took that as acceptance and then rounded on his son.

"Now that, that is taken care of there is the issue of your involvement in this. Logan you told me earlier this year that you were in fact fulfilling your promise to me that you would work at the paper. However you lack of punctuality today and the fact that I have not seen one printed word under your name leads me to believe that you are not, taking this commitment seriously."

Rory saw Logan's face turn white as he tried to scramble for an excuse. And while she derived much pleasure out of seeing Logan knocked off his pedestal by his father, she couldn't help but feel for him. It was this that led her to walk over to the group. When she reached the group she put her hand on Logan's fore arm and turned to Mr. Huntzberger who had just noticed her presence.

"Do Excuse me Mr. Huntzberger, but your son is actually in the middle of a very hot scoop. Why he was just telling me all about it."

Rory then turned in toward Logan leaning on him a bit and placed one arm around his back resting her hand on his left shoulder and while the other was placed in the middle of his chest. She turned to look at Logan whose mouth was open slightly in shock. She gave him a smile, which awoke him from his surprise. He in turn, gave her a small smirk and then looked at his father who was regarding the girl whom had just interrupted their conversation, with alarm.

"Yes, it is quite the scoop father."

Mitchum grabbed at this new information and immediately inquired about its content.

"So what is this scoop about son?"

At first Rory had entered into the conversation to simply help Logan out but now she saw this as an opportunity to yet again get the upper hand in their friendship. That is if you could call what they had a friendship. Just as Logan opened his mouth to come up with an answer his father's question, one that would no doubt be a lie, Rory jumped in.

"Well, sir it is about how college students are not following the predetermined four years and then you're out strategy. How some are taking a semester even a year off in the middle of school to pursue other life experiences. Logan explained to me how he plans to further his article by talking about how this will effect these individuals' lives and careers and how it will effect the workforce as a whole in the next decade. To me it all sounds to be a quite brilliant story."

She smirked at Logan before adding her last line, and held his gaze as she said it.

"I only wish I had thought of it myself."

Mr. Huntzberger bought the story completely and held out a hand to his son.

"Well done, son, it sounds to be quite the story. I can't wait to read it."

Logan broke Rory's stare and turned to his father taking his hand. He gave him a small smile and thanked him for his praise.

Mr. Huntzberger then turned his attention to the firecracker of a girl that still had her arm around his only son.

"And who may I inquire might you be?"

"Oh I'm sorry sir, I'm Rory Gilmore."

"Ah. Any relation to Richard and Emily Gilmore?"

"Oh yes they are my grandparents."

Mr. Huntzberger thought for a moment then put two and two together realizing just who this girl was. At his realization he let out a small chuckle.

"You must be Lorelai's girl then. I should have known you look just like her. And you definitely seemed to have inherited her energy and of course the Gilmore intellect."

"Yes, thank you."

Rory looked at Logan gloatingly. She definitely had showed him up this afternoon and she decided that she was now going to relish every second of it. Logan of course knew that Rory was enjoying this but decided to let her have her moment in the sun; he would undoubtedly take the reigns back after his father left.

"Well it was a pleasure meeting you Miss Gilmore and do tell your Grandparents hello for me. I wish I could have met you at the party they threw two weeks ago. But oh well I've met you now, haven't I."

To that Rory nodded as she shook hands with him and he turned to leave, beckoning his son to follow. When he reached the door he suddenly turned around.

"You wrote that piece on the Life and Death Brigade, did you not?"

"Yes, I did. You read it?"

"Oh I most certainly did. It was great article, my dear. A bit too many similes for me, but still very well written. Do look me up when you graduate Rory; I would love to have you at one of my papers."

At Mr. Huntzbergers critique of her article Rory smiled and shifted her gaze at Logan who was at his father's side. Logan just smiled back and turned to leave with his father.

On the outside of the door Mr. Huntzberger turned to his son.

"Well Logan you seem to be doing quite well for yourself this year."

He then lowered his voice a bit and leaned towards his son.

"She's a keeper Logan. Treat her right."

He then gave Logan a pat on the back and started walking down the hallway.

"See you at Christmas son. And do send me a copy of that article."

Logan just stood there, mouth open. He couldn't believe the events that had just occurred. Rory Gilmore had just artfully duped his father. And she had done so in a manner that equally matched his own. Regaining his composer he decided that he must go inside and face her. That enough was enough, the revenge, the handling of his father, all of it was enough and that it was now his time to regain his upper hand in their relationship. He let out a sigh and returned his smirk to his face as he entered.

Rory had returned to her desk and was looking quite full of herself when Logan reentered the office.

Logan knew immediately how he was going to reclaim his position. Rory had promised and article to his father and that is exactly what his father was going to receive.

"Ace you do know that you now have to help me with this article, you've so nicely promised my father."

Rory smiled. She knew Logan would try and take back the control. However she had planned for it the minute she had offered up the idea of the story.

Logan expected her to become angry or flustered, however the smile never left her face as she skillfully stood up grabbed a folder off her desk and walked toward him. When she reached him she held the folder out to him.

"These are all the notes and interviews you will need to write the article, Logan. They are yours to use. I'm right in assuming that you can in fact write, aren't I?

Logan stood there speechless. Rory, for what seemed like the fifth time this week was one step ahead of him. He couldn't help but think, what had happened to him. How could he have possible let a girl, even a girl as intelligent as Rory, out wit him time and time again. Finally, he snapped out of his stupor and went to reach for the folder.

"Why yes of course, Ace. You are more than right in your assumption. Thank you."

Just as Logan's hands reached the folder Rory snatched it up and away from him.

"Another thing to remember Logan, you're not the only one that can be charming."

At that she pushed the folder into his chest and walked out of the office. Leaving Logan lost in his own thoughts. But all Logan could decipher at that moment was that, Rory Gilmore was far more than a force to be reckoned with.