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But before I can gather my thoughts, Greene continues. "I will make you an offer. But only if you both agree to work on this project together," he says, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "It's the best way forward. You complement each other well."
Bailey and I exchange a baffled glance.
Is he fucking serious?
As if reading my thoughts, Bailey stammers, "Um, w-we'll need to discuss it, Greene. We'll get back to you."
"That's fine." Greene nods. "I'll give you both 24 hours to make a decision." With that, he stands up and walks out of the meeting room, the rest of his minions trailing behind him like obedient ducklings.
And just like that, the room empties, leaving Bailey and I alone. The silence slaps us in the face, the tension so thick, you could slice it with a knife.
"Well, look who decided to play teacher's pet." I lean back in my chair and fold my arms across my chest. "What are you doing here, Bailey? Is Greene having you babysit me?"
"Very funny, Logan. As if I wanted to be here, stuck with you. Greene asked me to come. We've worked together before and he trusts my advice."
"You mean, 'Greene, your former client that I stole from you?' That Greene?"
"Yes, THAT Greene," she emphasizes, her hands on her hips and her eyebrows raised. "I wasn't expecting this either, in case you're wondering. I'm trying to be loyal to MY client."
I lean forward, propping my elbows on the table. "Oh, so now he's YOUR client again?"
Bailey throws her hands in the air, exasperated. "You are impossible, Logan!"
"And yet, here we are again. Stuck together in this fun little predicament."
Bailey huffs, rolling her eyes so hard, I think they might actually get stuck for a moment.
"I don’t have time for your jokes right now, Logan." She grabs her laptop and papers. "You can stay here and enjoy your own company." She storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
I start fuming even more.
Why didn't Greene want just me to do the project?
The question gnaws at me, making me shift in my seat.
Am I not fucking good enough?
I’m supposed to share the spotlight with Bailey?
The frustration, the self-doubt, the irritation bubble up. I sit there, staring at the door she walked through.
Maybe it's time to face facts, Logan.
Maybe you’re not cut out for this world.
The words sting, but they feel true. I mean, who am I even trying to prove myself to? My father who is too wrapped up in his empire to care about what I really want? My buddies from college who all think I’ve got it so good? Or is it Bailey I'm trying to impress? The same Bailey who can't stand me and thinks I'm nothing more than a rich kid playing business?
Who even fucking cares?
I scoff at the absurdity of it all.
Why am I even doing this?
Maybe I should just let Bailey have this one. Let her get the glory, the promotion…
My mind is on loop, replaying the meeting, the presentation, Bailey's intervention, and Greene's proposal.
The annoyance is real and for the first time, I don't have an answer, a witty comeback or a smug comment. All I've got is this stupid feeling of doubt in myself, and it's driving me insane.
