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Logan, on the other hand, looks like he's waiting for Mr. Atwood to ask him out for drinks.
I roll my eyes.
Mr. Atwood turns back to address everyone else in the room. "Thank you all for your time." The door closes behind the last employee as I hear Mr. Atwood sigh.
"You two... let me make this clear... The behavior both of you exhibited today is unacceptable. This is a professional environment, not your playground. You have a responsibility to behave with maturity and respect towards your colleagues." He pauses, looking at both of us pointedly. "You two need to figure out a way to put your differences aside and work together. This company relies on productive teamwork and responsible individuals. If you can't do that, then perhaps this isn't the place for either of you. Am I making myself clear?"
We both nod, acknowledging his words. It's clear that if we don't figure out a way to coexist, we may both be looking for new jobs sooner than we think.
As Mr. Atwood leaves us, the room plunges into an uncomfortable silence until Logan breaks it.
"You justhadto turn it into a battlefield, didn't you?"
"Oh, so I'm the one to blame? Maybe if you weren't so hell-bent on showing off and acting like the company's playboy, we wouldn't be in this mess."
"Oh, please. You need to stop being so fucking rigid, Bailey. It's not my fault you can't handle a little competition."
"Competition? Is that what you call this?" I am seething now. "This isn't a game, Logan. This is our careers, damn it. And because of your ego, we're both on thin ice now."
Logan runs his hand through his hair like he's about to snap. "You know what, Bailey? Your hot-and-cold attitude with me, it's exhausting. One minute you're civil with me, even kind, and then in a heartbeat, you're back to being... well, you." He gestures vaguely at me, as if my whole being is synonymous with being a pain in his ass. "I can't figure you out, and I'm done trying."
His eyes bore into mine. "You need to decide, Bailey. Do you like me or not?" He throws his hands up in the air in dramatic fashion. "Because I'm not interested in playing these fucking games with you anymore."
He paces the room, not done with his thoughts quite yet. "Just because everyone else in this office bends over backwards to accommodate your attitude doesn't mean I will. I'm done."
Logan walks out, leaving me alone with my thoughts. His words like a gut punch.
Do you like me or not?
As much as I hate to admit it, he's not joking this time.
Like him?
As if!
I try to convince myself that I don't like him yet again, but as he leaves, I feel an emptiness inside of me. I shake off the sensation, returning to my fury at his audacity.
He really thinks he has the power to hurt me, doesn't he?
I start cleaning up the scattered papers, stubbornly ignoring the slight tremble in my hands.
I'm not letting him get to me.
I'm not.
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LOGAN
Irun my hands through my hair as I sit at my desk.
I'm tired of her games, tired of the push and pull.
Why did I have to go and catch feelings for her?
I thought I knew Bailey, thought I had her figured out.
Women, they're too much.
