After having spent a relaxing Sunday with Rory at home in the penthouse Logan was ready to start the work week. Logan had mentioned to Rory that he wanted to confront his father on what had happened in Sydney. Rory had fully supported him, knowing how much effect the test had on him, and aware that only resolution with Mitchum would put Logan's mind off of it. Logan had phoned his father after Rory had left back for Connecticut, expressing a need to see him as soon as possible. Mitchum told Logan that he had a few moments free at 8 am and that he was going to be away from his office at 8:10, so if Logan wanted to talk, that was the time.

Logan had spent the morning going over what he was going to say. So many emotions were brought up by his father's actions. There were the ones that were caused by the audience he had when told of the orchestration: humiliation and embarrassment paramount among them. Then there the ones caused by realizing his father was behind this: anger, disappointment, sadness. Logan had tried to coherently reign in all of these emotions before his eight o'clock meeting, but as his watch read 7:59, he knew that it wasn't going to happen. Logan stood by the closed door for a few moments, before taking a large breath and tapping the door with his closed fist.

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"Come in Logan," bellowed Mitchum from behind the door.

Logan walked in to see his father reading some papers on his desk. Not bothering to look up from the documents as Logan took the seat on the other side of Mitchum's large desk.

"So, as you can see Logan, I'm pretty busy this morning, so if you can ask me whatever foolish thing you came to ask me it would be much appreciated."

"I didn't come here to ask you for anything Dad, and before I continue I require you're full attention. I'm sure the," Logan leaned over to look at the papers his dad was focused on, "projections of ad revenue from the Boise Gazette will still be there on your desk in five minutes."

Mitchum looked at his son, put the paper he held in his hands on his desk, leaned back on his chair and prepared himself for whatever Logan had to say, "Okay, go ahead."

"Why did you have to do that? Why did you make me go through that? Do you know what effect that had on me?" Logan asked, his voice raising with each subsequent question.

Mitchum's eyes shifted to a questioning pose, "You're going to have to help me out Logan, I don't know what you are talking about."

"Like hell you don't Dad! I'm talking about Sydney. I'm talking about that little charade you and about fifteen employees put on for me. I'm talking about that so called test you administered from afar."

"Calm down, Logan. As I told you on the phone, it was to make sure you were ready for this, and you are. Congratulations. It was a good thing Logan, and it took quite a bit of effort on my part. I don't appreciate going to all this trouble to get yelled at."

Logan looked at his father with a blank expression on his face and it took a few moments before he was able to speak, "What? Are you serious? You're upset because I'm yelling at you?"

"It was a test Logan, I needed to know if you were capable, you are. I really don't see how this could be construed as a negative. You're just needing to feel angry about something, want to rebel against your father a little more. I understand, but I won't tolerate it for much longer."

Logan shook his head, and ran a hand through his hair, "You don't get it Dad, do you? It was a lot bigger than some test of my abilities, and it will have far more consequences than just that day. You humiliated me in front of everyone at that meeting." Mitchum was going to interject but Logan put up a finger and stopped him. "You were always the one to say that I shouldn't show weakness, especially in the business world, now I have fifteen people who whenever I see, or talk to, they are just going to think of that moment when I realized all my hard work, all my effort was for naught. I looked defeated Dad, and that was all because of you. They won't see the confident Logan that handled crisis after crisis those two days. They'll see the Logan that was setup by his father and didn't know how to react; they'll see the Logan that at that moment lost all confidence in his skills. I hope that yet further proof of my abilities was worth it to you. As if my work at London wasn't enough. You needed more. You always need more, don't you Dad? Well now you have it, so yes congratulations are in order. Congratulations for doing more damage to the future of your company than any media merger, change in technology or SEC investigation could ever do. Bravo," Logan ended his argument by standing up and giving mock applause.

Mitchum took a moment to process what Logan had said, and he had to admit it had some merit. Mitchum forgot to weigh the damage to his son's confidence and image against his need for more confirmation of Logan's skills. "I'm going to say this only once Logan, so I hope you are listening," Logan looked impatient, "I'm sorry. Yes that's right you heard me. I'm sorry. I admit I did take into account the opinions of those who were in on it, but they are all loyal members of the company. Regardless of your abilities they would think highly of you. You are a Huntzberger."

"So they'd suck up to me even if they thought I was an idiot?" Logan asked, taking a seat again.

"I wouldn't put it quite that way, but yes. So I'm not sorry for what they might think of you now. I know it won't affect their performance. What I am sorry for is what it did to you. I honestly didn't know it would hurt you as much as it did. I always saw you as a man full of unshakable confidence, but I realize that you are still very young," Mitchum was interrupted.

"It's not my age Dad. It's who was behind it all. I thought I was doing a good job, and I thought that maybe you'd see I was too and wouldn't see me as the kid in college who didn't take things seriously and just partied all the time. I wanted to show that to you, that I'm not the same guy I was in college. I wanted to show that everybody."

"Now I know this might seem hard for you to believe, but I know you aren't that same boy Logan. I've known you were growing up since you showed up in London, I just needed to be sure. Trust me I've been following your progress closely, so who else do you have to show? Is it your girlfriend? Trying to show her you can be responsible?"

"She knows I'm responsible. She's always believed in me, it was her that got me to come here to talk to you today. So no, it's not her. I feel I'll always have to show you I'm good enough, and I'm positive I'll always have to show everyone else. That I can actually do this, and I'm just not here because I'm your son."

"I'm not going to lie to you Logan, there's always going to be some people around here that will think nothing of your talent and only of your name, and to be honest if you were Logan Smith you wouldn't be here, you'd be in the mail room or some entry level position, you wouldn't be talking to me. That's for damn sure. You know that, the best you can do is show them that you can do this."

"Yeah."

"But with each passing week I can tell you that any doubts I have about you recede. Look, I get that this thing shook you, and I'm genuinely sorry about that, it wasn't my intent. I'm also aware that this week is going to be pretty slow around here, and there will be very little that requires your attention. So how about you take a week off, go see your girlfriend, go see Colin and Finn, do anything, just get away from work and rebuild."

"Dad…"

"I don't make offers like these every day Logan; you'd be wise to take advantage of it. Go, come back on Monday and start showing everyone that you belong here. Like I know you belong here."

Logan didn't know what to say, he was stunned at the admissions his father made. He wasn't expecting that. He stood up, "That sounds like a good idea. I'll see you next week Dad," Logan extended his hand, which Mitchum took and shook, "and thanks."

"Don't mention it," Mitchum said as he watched Logan walk out of his office, shoulders higher than what they were when he had entered.

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Author's Note: This was a tough one to right, not much happened and it was just a way of getting Logan off of work for a time. Two more to go, happy reading! As always reviews are appreciated.