Chapter 3
RORY POV
Tristan and I were sitting on the couch drinking our coffee, when the landline phone started ringing. I pulled back and reached over the end table next to the couch, picking up the landline phone answering it. "Hello?"
"Ror, it's Finn."
This didn't sound good. "Hey what's up? I'm kinda busy." I told him.
"We have a problem."
"What kind of problem Finn?" I said standing up sitting beside Tris.
"Umm...Logan decided to pull another Costa Rica."
I sighed. "Where's he being airlifted to?" I said looking at Tristan.
"New York Memorial. I'll call you when we get there." Finn said and hung up.
I sat the phone back in the charging base. I sat down in Tristan's lap. "What's wrong?" He asked me.
"Logan is being airlifted to New York Memorial. I'm assuming since Finn called me that Logan still has me listed as his power of attorney."
"Is it that bad?" I nodded.
"When they went to Costa Rica his senior year, he nearly killed himself."
"Wow."
"Yeah. Finn's gonna call me when they get to the hospital. It's not that far." Tristan nodded.
"Do you want me to go with you when they get there?" He said. I nodded.
The next morning, I got up and got dressed. When I was ready to leave, I left Tristan a note beside the bed. I decided to go to the coffee shop that I used to go to when we lived here. I walked in and ordered my coffee and sat down. I was sitting there enjoying my coffee and reading the paper when I noticed someone sit down across from me. "What are you doing here?"
"Enjoying a cup of coffee before work."
"You can't be serious." I said. "Mitchum, be serious."
"I am. How are you Rory?" he said.
"I'm good. How's business? I heard you bought the Times." I said taking a drink of my coffee. Mitchum raised an eyebrow at me. "I was your daughter-in-law for four years, engaged to your son for a year, and dated him for three. I've known you a long time."
"Yes, you have. Speaking of my son, any idea where he is? All the office would tell me was that he was taking some much-needed time off." Mitchum said.
"I have no clue. However, I did hear a rumor that he's in Ireland." I told him, finishing my coffee.
"Why?"
"Celebrating the anniversary of our divorce." I told him. "Now you wanna tell me what you want from me?"
Mitchum sat there for a minute before he said anything. "I wanna make you editor-in-chief over at The Times."
What! I was completely shocked. "What?" I had to make sure that I was hearing him correctly.
Before he could say anything, my cell started ringing. It was Finn. "Hey." I said answering my phone.
"Hey. We're here. Their taking him up to the OR now. When can you get here?" Finn said.
"Soon as I finish this meeting. Call S. She has copies of the papers."
"Herr Huntz is there isn't he?"
"Yep. Be there soon." I said and hung up. I turned back to Mitchum. "Okay, if this is what you want...then I'm gonna need for you to draw up a new contract for me. I need it to be detailed." Mitchum nodded. "I have somewhere that I need to be." I said standing up.
"Thank you, Rory." He asked me.
"Don't mention it. Just email me the contract." I said and with that I left. I gathered my purse and headed to the hospital. I grabbed a cab. Once in a cab, I gave the driver my destination and decided to call Tris. "Hey." He said when he answered.
"Hey sorry I had to leave you this morning." I said.
"It's okay. Where'd you go this morning?" He said.
"I went to the coffee shop that I used to go to a lot before we moved to Boston. I just sat there and enjoyed a cup of coffee and read the paper while I waited for Finn's call." I said. "While I was waiting, I ran into Mitchum." I said.
"Logan's dad?"
"The one and only."
"Wow."
"Yeah. I can tell you more about that later, though. Finn called me. Their taking Logan to the OR. Any chance you can meet me at the hospital?"
"Yeah. I just got out of court. I can be there in about 20 minutes."
"Great. Thanks. I owe you."
"No, you don't. I would do anything for you. I love you." He said.
"I love you too." I said and hung up.
A/N: And that's chapter 3.