A/N: Yay, chapter three! I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and I'm really excited about it. I got to throw in lots of witty banter and exciting news all in one chapter! I love writing Lorelai, it's so much fun. I also love writing Rory and Logan's conversations - those are always amusing. Oh, I can't wait for you guys to read this chapter and tell me what you think! Thank you to everyone who has been reviewing, but I must say I think it's interesting that more people have this story on alert than the amount of reviews I have. Come on people, it takes like two minutes. That's all I'm going to say about that, though. Oh, and a little note, "Chas" is actually pronounced "Chaz". I think most of you would have figured that out, but you never know. Okay, now go read and review!

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"Mom!"

"Offspring!"

Rory hurried over to Lorelai as she got out of her Jeep and they embraced. "Wow," Lorelai admired after they parted. "This house is pretty snazzy."

"The inside's not half bad either," Rory said with a nod.

"This reminds me of that movie…you know, the one where they go to that beach house?" Lorelai babbled, racking her brain.

Rory looked at her strangely. "Mom, for once I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Ah, never mind. I'll think of it later." Lorelai began unloading her bags, much to Rory's astonishment.

"Mom, we're here for four days," Rory exclaimed. "How on earth did you manage to bring three suitcases for four days?"

Lorelai looked down at her luggage, then up to Rory. "Well this one," she said, kicking a light blue suitcase, "Is for muh shoes."

"Alright, that's understandable, but you really need two more suitcases for four days' worth of clothing?" Rory questioned, still stunned.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do. How many suitcases did you bring?"

"One."

"What? Are you serious?" Lorelai looked at her daughter as if she had eighteen heads. "Please tell me it was a Halloweentownesque suitcase."

"Nope, American Tourister," Rory confirmed.

"You, child, are seriously deranged," Lorelai said sadly. "Now, is there a pack mule or something around here?" She stood on her tip toes and looked around the driveway.

"We're fresh out of pack mules, but will you take a Mark?"

"A Mark?"

-

"This is ridiculous," Emily complained the next day as she stared out the window. "It's been raining since this morning, ruining a completely good day. I had excellent plans for today. A picnic outside. All we could get in today was that wine-tasting."

"Oh, I thought the wine-tasting was fun," Rory assured her with a smile.

"Suck-up," Lorelai mumbled.

"Thank you, Rory," Emily said distractedly. "But our picnic outside was ruined. I was planning on spending the evening on the beach."

"We can do that tomorrow, Mom," Lorelai suggested, plopping down on the couch in the living room and glancing around. The living room had a very "beachy" feel to it. The floor was hard-wood and the walls were a white-wash with a shell border. Periwinkle blue draperies adorned the large windows, and the furniture was either white or blue to match the drapes.

"Grandma, I love this house," Rory said excitedly. "It's beautiful." The mansion stood about one hundred and fifty feet from the water, upon a small hill. The sand turned to grass about fifty feet from the water's edge. A ramp ran from the large back porch down to the beach. The house itself was composed of hazy blue siding material, with white bordering every window and door. It sat above the circular cobblestone driveway, so that one had to ascend about ten or fifteen steps to get to the front door. All in all it was magnificent, and very Emily Gilmore-esque.

"I called the weather channel before we left and they specifically said the weather was supposed to be beautiful this weekend," Emily continued.

"Whoa, wait a second," Lorelai said with a pause. "You called the weather channel?"

"Yes, and a whole lot of good that did. They're nothing but a bunch of liars," she complained, sinking down in a chair across from Rory and Lorelai.

"You and Louis Black both, Mom," Lorelai commented with a sigh.

"Excuse me?"

"Just go with it, Grandma," Rory assured her.

"Hey, where's Dad?" Lorelai asked, sitting up a little and looking around.

"He had to make a phone call and check on things back at home," Emily explained. "Would you two like something to drink?"

"Coffee!" They exclaimed in unison, grinning widely at each other.

"Oh honestly." Emily was obviously not amused in the slightest.

"Lesta!" Emily yelled. "Lesta, get in here now!"

"Lesta?" Rory asked with a smirk.

"Yes, she's from Lithuania." A moment later Lesta entered the room and stood at attention with her hands behind her back. Lorelai and Rory took in her strict composure. Her face held no emotion as she stared straight in front of her.

"Lesta, the girls would like some coffee. And I'll have a cup of hot tea."

"Yes, Mrs. Gilmore," Lesta replied with a strong accent, pronouncing 'Gilmore' as 'Geelmur' which Lorelai and Rory both found incredibly amusing. Lorelai almost snorted.

"Lorelai, making fun of people that are doing their best to learn the English language is incredibly immature. Have you ever tried to learn another language?" Emily didn't even give Lorelai a change to reply before continuing. "No, you haven't."

"Actually, Mom, I secretly study Farsi at night under the covers, and I'm all over that language in Africa where they only speak in clicks," Lorelai responded sarcastically.

"Dear God, there's a language where people speak in clicks?" Emily asked, shocked.

"Yeah, actually I think there is," Rory added.

Lorelai went on to start making clicking noises with her tongue, but stopped upon receiving a death stare from Emily.

"I did not ask for a display," Emily assured her. She was about to say something else when all of a sudden the lights flickered and went out, leaving them all in complete darkness. All three of them jumped slightly.

"Mom, did you forget to pay the electric bill again?"

"Lorelai," Emily said in annoyance.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Braddock, I didn't mean to steal the sausage!" She exclaimed dramatically.

Rory giggled at the referenceand was about to chime in when a hand rested on her shoulder, causing her to scream. In a chain reaction, Lorelai and Emily screamed as well.

"Rory, Rory! It's your grandfather, calm down. Honestly, the three of you are acting like I'm an axe murderer," Richard insisted.

"Put on a hockey mask and we'll call you Jason. Hey, there's no Crystal Lake around here is there?" Lorelai said, holding a hand over her heart to steady it.

"Oh, Richard," Emily said breathlessly. "The power went out."

"Yes, Emily, I've noticed. And the phone lines are down as well," He explained, taking a seat in a chair next to his wife.

"Lesta, you can forget our drinks!" Emily called towards the kitchen.

Lesta quickly scrambled out of the kitchen and stood before them at attention once again. "Yes, Mrs. Geelmur," she said quickly, before turning around and making her way back into the kitchen.

"My, she does have a strange pronunciation of our last name, doesn't she?" Emily observed with a frown. "Well, she's fired."

"I think Lesta is going to kill us all in our sleep," Lorelai announced seriously.

"Mom! Lesta isn't going to kill us all our sleep. She's from Lithuania, not Transylvania," Rory said with a small smirk on her face.

"Don't worry, Rory, I can take her."

"Oh, really?" Emily asked with raised eyebrows, even though no one could see them.

"Yup, just give me a stake and call my Buffy." Lorelai nodded along with her statement.

"Funny, Luke doesn't look like a soulful vampire," Rory observed with amusement.

"Hush you," Lorelai chided, finally sitting back on the couch and sighing. An awkward silence filled the air. Suddenly there was a ringing noise, causing Emily, Rory, and Lorelai to scream again. Their screams died out once they all realized the ringing was coming from Rory's cell phone.

Rory quickly flipped it open and held it up to her ear. "Hello?" She asked, her heart still pounding.

"Hey, Ace."

Rory sighed in relief and relaxed back down into the couch. "Oh, Logan, it's just you."

"No, it's Pedro, your secret Latin lover," he replied dryly.

Rory giggled. "Pedro, I thought I told you not to call me here!" This drew quizzical looks from her grandparents, and Rory quickly realized that had not been the best thing to say with them in the room. "Umm, hang on a second, Logan," she whispered, before holding the phone up to her shoulder. "I'm going to take this in the hall." With that, she stood up and managed to shuffle her way into the dark hallway. Out of habit, she reached for the light switch, but nothing happened, she suddenly remembered.

"Whew," she breathed, holding the phone up to her ear again. "I'm back."

"Everything okay over there?"

"Well, sort of. You see, it's raining and the power went out so my Grandma's kind of angry because she had this whole picnic planned on the beach. And so now we're all stuck here in the dark and my mom's annoying grandma by making Jimmy Braddock jokes. Oh, and their maid, Lesta, is totally creepy. I think she is going to kill us in our sleep," Rory babbled on.

There was a pause on the other line before Logan finally responded. "What?"

"I was babbling, wasn't I?"

"Just a little bit."

Rory sighed before continuing. "Well, all in all, this weekend isn't shaping up to be everything it was supposed to. I mean, it's beautiful here and all, but it really is turning into me and my mom locked in a house with my grandparents. And it's creepy because this place is huge and now there's no power. I feel like I'm going to turn a corner and have Leather Face jump out at me."

Logan chuckled on the other line. "I think Adolf could take a chain saw murderer any day," he replied, trying to cheer Rory up.

"Logan," she half-heartedly chastised, even though it brought a smile to her face. Logan could always bring a smile to her face no matter what. That was only one of the many reasons that she loved him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but you have to admit, it's true."

"I will admit nothing," Rory said firmly.

"Your choice," was the reply.

"Free country."

"Amen."

Suddenly there was a crash in the kitchen, and Rory jumped. She could hear Lorelai and Emily scream in the other room. "Oh my God, what was that?" Logan asked, amusement and slight concern etched into his voice.

"I don't know," Rory whispered fearfully. "Should I go look? This is so creepy, I can barely see two feet in front of me."

"Rory!" Emily cried. "Rory, are you alright!"

"I'm fine, Grandma," Rory replied, slowly making her way back into the living room as not to trip over anything or run into a wall. Upon entering the living room, she hurried back over to the couch and sat down beside her mother again. "Where's Grandpa?"

"He went into the kitchen. I think Lesta dropped a plate," Emily explained.

"Lesta, the one who's going to kill you in your sleep?" Logan asked, obviously overhearing what Emily had said.

"Yes," Rory confirmed absentmindedly.

"So are you alright, Ace? Need me to sent a SWAT team out there to check on you guys?"

"Can you do that?" Rory asked, somewhat desperate.

"I…guess so?" Logan had been expecting her to take it as a joke.

"Oh, joke, kidding, ha ha, funny," Rory said in dry amusement. "No SWAT team is needed, thanks."

Logan laughed, glad that she had finally calmed down a bit. "Okay, I'm gonna let you go. Call me if you need anything or if Lesta pulls a Freddy."

"I'll be sure to do that." Rory grinned, pulling her feet up onto the couch. "Bye."

"Bye."

Rory flipped her phone shut and replaced it into her pocket just as Richard came out of the kitchen. "Lesta dropped a platter, nothing to worry about," he confirmed, taking a seat across from Rory.

"Well, that's coming out of her paycheck," Emily added snidely.

Another silence filled the room for a minute as everyone tried to calm down after the recent excitement. Lorelai cleared her throat, adding to the awkwardness. "So," she began eerily. "Have you guys heard about that videotape?"

-

"Ah," Rory sighed, dropping her suitcase on the floor and heading over to the couch. "Home sweet home." She plopped down and leaned back, closing her eyes in contentment. It had been a hectic weekend. The power wasn't turned back on until the next morning and Emily had been somewhat sulky for the rest of the weekend. They did get their picnic on the beach however, and Rory and Lorelai went horseback riding on Monday morning. But, most importantly, Lesta did not kill anyone in their sleep.

It was now Monday night and Rory was just happy to be back in New Haven. She hadn't expected to miss it, but she did. She got stuck in traffic on the way back, though, and ergo didn't make it to New Haven until about 9:00. It was now 9:30 and she was completely exhausted. Much to her dismay, Lorelai had been right, and Emily did bring up that their estate would be beautiful for a wedding. She didn't mention any names, but Rory knew.

Rory slowly pulled off her shoes and threw them towards the bedroom, keeping her eyes closed the entire time. Suddenly the phone rang, and Rory had to open her eyes to find it. Upon digging behind the couch cushion, she finally managed to get her fingers around the cordless and pull it out. "Mmm?" She mumbled into the telephone.

"Well hello to you, too," came Lane's voice.

"Lane!" Rory said excitedly, quickly sitting up on the couch. "How are you? How's Zach, how's Stars Hollow?"

"I'm good, Zach's good, Stars Hollow is good," Lane replied with a smile. "I'm sorry about calling late, but I really wanted to talk to you."

"That's fine," Rory assured her. "As my best friend, I grant you permission to call me at any hour you please."

"I'm honored. So how are you? How's Logan, how's New Haven; the Gazette?"

"I'm fine, Logan's fine, New Haven's fine, and the Gazette is fine," Rory responded in one breath.

"How does Logan like London?"

"Eh, he likes it okay. He's not so sure about staying there for a year though. He wants to come back earlier," Rory explained, getting up to make herself a cup of coffee.

"He misses you too much, huh?" Lane prodded romantically.

Rory smiled at the thought. "Well, I miss him, too."

There was a comfortable silence as Rory put in the coffee filter and began scooping grounds before Lane spoke again. "So tell me all about Cape Cod."

"Oh," Rory began, forgetting that she hadn't talked to Lane since she'd left for the Cape. "It's beautiful; my grandparents' house is so pretty. And it's right on the beach – I got to go horseback riding with my mom which was really fun. I have to take you up there some time, I know you'd like it. We could make it a girls' weekend or something."

"That would be so much fun!" Lane agreed excitedly. "I could get away from my hubby for a few days."

Rory laughed. "Married for less than a year and you're already sick of him, huh?"

"No, I could never be sick of Zach," Lane assured her goofily. "But absence does make the heart grow fonder."

"Tell me about it," Rory agreed whole-heartedly as she poured herself a mug of steaming coffee.

"Yeah, I guess no one would understand that as well as you," Lane suggested sympathetically.

"Hey, it's okay. Logan and I are okay. And we will continue to be okay because I love him. I love him and he loves me and nothing will ever change that, not even an ocean. Ain't no river wide enough, right?"

"Rory!" Lane gasped. "That was beautiful. And yes, I agree completely." She sighed contentedly. "So you and Logan, huh?"

Rory smiled as she sat back down on the couch and looked around their apartment. "Yup, me and Logan."

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"Harry, I asked for those files twenty minutes ago!" Rory shouted out across the newsroom.

"Five more minutes, Gilmore!"

"Make it four and you get the million-dollar suitcase deal!"

"Four minutes it is!"

"Thank you!"

"Shut up!" Someone else shouted.

"Oops," Rory mumbled to herself as she went back to typing her article. Frowning, she picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hello?" Droned a voice on the other line.

"If I call someone "cold-hearted and arrogant" is that slander?"

"Is that really the reason you're calling me? Because if it is I'm hanging up," Logan replied, positioning the phone between his ear and shoulder as he flipped through the files in front of him and high-lighted certain sentences.

"Okay, you caught me. I just wanted to hear your voice and I felt corny calling you for the second time in two hours," Rory admitted.

"Ace," he chuckled, "You never need an excuse to call me."

"Yeah, but I feel bad interrupting you at work."

"Please. If there's one thing you don't have to feel bad about, it's interrupting me at work."

"Are you high-lighting while you're on the phone with me?" Rory asked, narrowing her eyes in suspicion.

"No," Logan lied.

"Yes, you are you little liar," Rory said in amusement.

"I'm busted," Logan replied, still trying to concentrate on his paperwork and Rory at the same time.

"Fine, but if you can high-light, I can type," Rory reasoned, sitting up in her chair to continue her article.

"By all means," Logan urged. A few moments of silence followed as they both went back to work.

"You do realize that we're wasting away our phone bill while we both sit here in silence on the phone and do our work," Rory mentioned casually as she went over her notes.

"So? Besides, I love listening to you type," Logan commented sarcastically. "It's incredibly sexy."

"You are so full of crap that it's coming out of your ears, Huntzberger," Rory replied dryly.

"Thank you so much for those incredible visuals that will haunt me for the rest of the day," Logan replied with a laugh. "So what are you writing?"

"An article."

"No way, really?" He asked with fake dramatics. What are you writing it on?"

"Microsoft Word." There was a silence that followed during which Rory realized how incredibly ridiculous her answer had been. "Oh!" She said, realization finally dawning. "I'm writing it on this lawyer who defended Mr. Sanders in court a few days ago. There was a bit of a scandal, so I'm getting the dirt."

"That's my Ace," Logan replied proudly.

"Your files, Highness," Harry announced, coming up and dropping a stack of manila folders onto Rory's desk.

"Bless you," Rory thanked him with a bow of her head before returning to her conversation with Logan.

"My files are here," she told him happily.

"So I've heard," he replied.

"Alright, I'll let you get back to your high-lighting," Rory stated with a sigh.

"Who said I ever left my high-lighting?"

"Poo on you," Rory replied immaturely.

"I thought we'd already established that fact?" Logan prodded her mercilessly.

"Shut up, Logan," Rory said with a giggle.

"I love you too, Ace."

"Bye." With that, she hung up the phone, a smile still plastered on her face. That Logan Huntzberger.

-

A few hours later, Rory had finally finished her article and sent it in to her editor. After a bit of badgering, she managed to get a new article that would be due by the end of the week. As excited as she was to get started on it, time had rolled by and it was now 7:00 in the evening. She was tired and decided to start and pack some things up. Glancing around her desk, a picture frame caught her eye. Picking it up, she smiled. She saw this picture multiple times every day, but it still made her smile every time she saw it. The picture was of her and Logan at the Life and Death Brigade gathering from her Sophomore year. Right before they were about to jump as they were looking into each others' eyes. Rory remembered that moment as if it were yesterday. She remembered Logan's words: "It'll be fun, it'll be a thrill. Something stupid, something bad for you. Just something different. Isn't this the point of being young? It's your choice, Ace. People can live a hundred years without really living for a minute. You climb up here with me, it's one less minute you haven't lived." He had been right. She wouldn't trade that experience for the world. That was classic Logan, though. Always pushing her, never doubting her. "Once in a lifetime experience!" Only if you want it to be.

Rory was so lost in thought that she didn't even notice the person standing in front of her until he noisily cleared his throat, causing her to jump and quickly place the frame back on her desk. "Oh, you scared me."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he assured her. Rory took him in. He was a handsome man with tanned skin and emerald green eyes that jumped out at you. Dark brown, almost black hair that was obviously styled. He was adorned in a grey suit with a white shirt and red tie. His smile showed off his pearly whites. Everything about him screamed class. Rory couldn't help but compare him to Logan. Not that there was much comparison, she just loved noting little things that she loved about her young Huntzberger. He probably had at least twice as much money as this man, but he had learned not to flaunt it in peoples' faces. Logan would rather be in jeans than a suit any day of the week. And he would never dream of spending hours on his hair, but it always came out perfectly tousled, and Rory loved running her fingers through it.

"Chas Murdoch," he announced, holding out his hand to her.

Rory stood up from her chair and reached out to take Chas's hand. "Rory Gilmore," she introduced herself politely.

"Yes, I know," he said with a grin.

"Oh," Rory replied, not sure what to say.

"Ms. Gilmore, would you like to join me for coffee?" She eyed him suspiciously. Who was this guy? "I'm sorry, that was way too forward of me. I'm from the Los Angeles Times." Yes, he would be from Los Angeles. "I'm here strictly on business. I just thought maybe we could talk over coffee. I have a bit of a caffeine addiction and haven't gotten a proper fix since my flight this morning."

Rory smiled, glad that she finally had some background information on the mysterious Mr. Murdoch. "Well in that case," she replied, "I would love to join you for coffee. And trust me, I completely understand your coffee addiction. No one could understand better than me. I can't function without my eight cups a day."

He laughed. "Well it's good to know. Maybe you can join me at a Caffeine-aholics Anonymous meeting."

"Well, let me just get my bag," she said, walking behind her desk and grabbing it out of the corner.

"After you." He stepped aside, letting her pass before him.

"Chivalry is not dead after all," Rory observed in amusement as she walked past him.

He laughed again – obviously trying to get on her good side. "So where's the best place to get coffee around here?" He asked once they'd reached the street.

"There's a Starbucks a few blocks down," Rory answered. "Follow me."

Hey obeyed and they walked down the street together. A silence followed, but Rory couldn't decide whether it was comfortable or awkward. She wasn't really a fan of silence when it came to talking with another person, and was just about to pin it as awkward when Chas spoke up.

"So I hear you're quite the ace reporter," he told her.

Rory smiled upon hearing the 'ace'. "I try."

"From what I hear, you do more than try," Chas assured her. "I've read some of your articles. And I must say, I'm very impressed. You're not even out of college, correct?"

"I'm going into my Senior year," she explained.

"Yale, right?" Rory nodded in response. "Very impressive. Very, very impressive. I'm a Dartmouth man myself."

Rory turned to stare at him in amusement. "Is that so?"

"What? I don't scream 'Ivy League' to you?" He asked with a chuckle.

"I never said that," she assured him with a grin.

"Well, I did go to Dartmouth. Then I attended grad school at Stanford," he continued.

"A California guy at heart, huh?"

"It's my home state," he explained. "Sacramento."

"Why did you come all the way across the country for college?" She asked, intrigued.

"Well, I had always wanted an Ivy. I always liked a challenge, and I had the grades for it. I always wanted to go to Princeton – I got in, too."

"Then why Dartmouth?"

"I'm not sure…my aunt went to Dartmouth, so she had some connections there. I guess Dartmouth just fit me better," Chas explained, smiling.

"I always wanted to go to Harvard, actually."

"Yeah? Why Yale?"

"Well, that's where our stories seem similar. My grandfather went to Yale, so he had some connections there. Plus Yale is closer to my home town."

"We're not so different after all now are we?" Chas asked with a grin. It seemed like he was always smiling. "So where is home for you?"

"Stars Hollow. It's a small town in Connecticut. About thirty miles from New Haven," Rory told him, smiling as she thought about the Hollow.

"Ah, so you're a small town girl?" Chas asked with intrigue as he held the door open for her at Starbucks.

"Yup." She thanked him for holding the door for her as they went up to order. "I'll have a large Caramel Macchiato," she told the cashier, digging through her purse for a ten.

"I'll have a large expresso, and add the lady's to my bill," Chas said, whipping out his wallet.

"Oh, you don't have to do that," Rory assured him.

"Please," he told her, holding up a hand. "My treat."

"Alright," Rory agreed with a shrug. She was never one to turn down free coffee. "So, Mr. Murdoch."

"Please, call me Chas," he insisted, sipping his expresso.

"Alright, Chas. What brings you to Stamford? And more importantly what brings you to the Stamford Eagle Gazette? You said you're from the Los Angeles Times, right?"

"Yup, I'm from the Times," he answered her. "And you bring me to Stamford and the Gazette."

Rory stopped and turned to face him. "Excuse me?"

"You're very talented, Rory." It slightly annoyed her that he called her 'Rory' without her consent, but that wasn't the most important thing on her mind right now. She suddenly started to feel very uncomfortable standing here with Chas.

"Yes, you've told me."

"Our editor sent me out here. He's also very impressed with your work and sees a lot of potential in you." Chas sighed and turned to face her. "I've got a proposition for you." There was that smile again. Rory simply raised her eyebrows instead of actually saying something. "How would you like to come and work for the Los Angeles Times?"

Rory practically dropped her coffee as her eyes bugged out of her head. "W-What?"

Chas chuckled at her surprise. "How would you like to come and work for the Los Angeles Times?" He asked again.

"No, I heard you," Rory assured him, holding up a hand. "I just…I…"

"You need time to think about it, don't worry, I understand. I've been in your position before. I know what you're feeling."

"Los Angeles. Wow. It's uh…it's intimidating," Rory fumbled with her words as they continued walking and took a large sip of her coffee.

"Nah, L.A.'s not that bad. I love it there. You would, too," Chas explained. How did he know she would love it? He didn't even know her.

"So I'd have to move there?" Rory asked the question, but knew the answer. Of course she'd have to move there.

"Well…yes. Yes, you would. But trust me, L.A. is an amazing city. And working for the Times is a great experience. I mean, this is huge. Not a lot of people get an opportunity like this, Rory – especially this early in life. I would advise you to really take that into consideration."

"Trust me, it's already being considered." Rory still couldn't believe it. Los Angeles? She'd never had the slightest urge to go to Los Angeles. She was completely happy in New England. She would always be a New England girl at heart. "I need to make a pro/con list," she mumbled.

"A pro/con list?" Chas asked with raised eyebrows.

Rory nodded. "And Logan…"

"Who?"

"Logan, my…" She smiled, finally feeling like she had the upper-hand in this conversation. "My boyfriend, Logan Huntzberger."

Chas choked on his coffee upon hearing that. "Huntzberger…the Huntzbergers? Like Mitchum Huntzberger?"

"Yes," Rory replied, smiling. She definitely had leverage now. While she hated using the weight of Logan's last name to get the upper-hand, she would still do it. Chas was cocky enough, she needed something.

"That's right," Chas said with a smug grin. "I forgot the young Huntzberger just graduated from Yale this past year. But, and correct me if I'm wrong, he's in London for a year?"

Rory frowned, but quickly erased it from her face. "Yes, yes he is."

"Huh," Chas said before putting the subject behind him. "Well, I'll give you as much time as you need, after all you still have another year at Yale before you would move out there. But why don't you meet me for lunch tomorrow and we can go over the specifics?"

Rory was unsure. She didn't particularly want to meet him for lunch, but she did want to know the specifics. This was an amazing opportunity. Yes, it did have many downfalls, but it wasn't something she could simply throw away without thinking over. "Okay," she agreed with a nod.

"Great. What do you say, one o'clock? I'll stop by the Gazette to pick you up."

"That would be great," Rory agreed, excited about learning more. It would be interesting to talk to someone who had as much experience as Chas. He sounded like a very smart individual and must have a lot of talent to get such an important position at a paper like the Los Angeles Times at such a young age. He looked like he was only in his mid twenties.

"It's a date," Chas confirmed with a grin. "Do you want a walk back to the Gazette?"

"Nah, you can grab a cab, it's just a short walk back to my car," Rory assured him.

"See you tomorrow, Rory," Chas said, looking her up and down before walking off to get a cab. Rory frowned at his retreating back. There was something about him. She couldn't put her finger on it. He was too cocky for his own good.

As Rory turned to walk back to the Gazette, she automatically pulled out her cell phone, intent upon calling Logan to relay the news, but stopped just before pushing the speed dial button. How would he react to this? It finally started to hit her. She would be leaving everything she knew for this job. Could she really leave Logan? Would he be back for good after this or would his father send him out on assignment to Timbuctu or something ridiculous like that. But the Los Angeles Times. The Los Angeles Times! That was such an amazing offer. She suddenly felt the need for Logan to be there. She needed him to hold her and tell her everything would be okay. That they would figure something out. She needed to figure something out.

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