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She’ll be my Edie Sedgwick to my Warhol.
My Marilyn Monroe.
My Helen of Troy.
Valentina has a face worth the title of launching a thousand ships and starting a war in order to keep her. And as I take in my best friends’ expressions, I have to wonder if our friendship will survive the battle underway.
Chapter 3
Now
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Logan
"Jake, my man. Sage Incorporated is hot right now. I'm telling all my clients to buy." My voice is so fake, I cringe in my seat. I have five screens in front of me, all showing either different financial news channels or lines of different stocks scrolling across their screens.
"Sage Incorporated?" Jake McAllister repeats back. I can tell by his tone that he's never heard of the company. But that's why they pay me the big bucks here at Chandler Investments. I haven't made it to partner in five years for nothing.
Too bad I fucking hate this job.
Five minutes later, McAllister's given me the okay to buy half a million worth of stock in Sage, and I hang up the phone, sinking back in my chair. You would think I've just run a marathon with how fucking exhausted I feel from a simple phone call today.
I glance outside, thinking maybe I can take a walk to clear my head. I'm surprised to see that it looks like a monsoon out there. I didn't even notice it was getting cloudy.
I guess I can walk downstairs to the café.
Fuck, that's not an option. Marissa could be down there. I'd made the mistake of sleeping with the little blonde after she'd pursued my dick like it was the last one on Earth for months. Just a lesson that you shouldn't shit where you work. I hadn't called her after our night together, and judging by the looks she'd been giving me every time I see her, it wouldn't be a stretch for her to poison my coffee.
Grubhub it is.
A knock sounds on my door. "Come in," I yell, sitting up in my chair, just in case it's one of my fellow partners.
I slouch back down when Tanya, my secretary, peeks her head in. Tanya is one of the best decisions I've made at this firm. In her mid-fifties, I've never had to worry about her trying to get in my pants. She takes her job as seriously as I do, and she's one of the reasons I am where I am at this place. I make sure her Christmas bonus every year shows just how much I appreciate her.
"Do you need lunch?" she asks like the mind reader she is. She walks in and hands me a stack of mail. I happen to glance at the top envelope as I take it from her, and my heart skips a beat. It's like all the oxygen has been sucked out of the room, and my entire world has become focused on the elegant scrawl on that letter.
"Sandwich," I hear faintly, and I yank myself out of the past and back to the present where Tanya has evidently just asked me about something.
She's looking at me strangely, and I wonder what she sees right now. I've started sweating, and I feel kind of like I'm about to have a heart attack.
"Logan?" she says, and this time, she sounds concerned.
"Yeah?" I ask, hearing how high-pitched my voice sounds.
"Is everything alright? I asked if you wanted your usual sandwich from the deli down the street."
"Um yeah. Everything's fine," I respond, clearing my throat as I try to regain my composure.
"Do you want a sandwich?" she presses, still looking at me like I've lost my mind.
"No. I think I'm going to take a walk actually." I stand up from my desk.
Tanya looks pointedly outside to where it's raining cats and dogs. "In that?"
I flash her my trademark grin that's been proven to make ladies swoon everywhere.
It doesn't seem to affect her. "A little rain never hurt anyone," I answer, grabbing the letter off the stack.
