The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

“Of course it is. Give the phone to Mr. Carlisle now.”

Logan wanted to hang up but it wasn’t the poor new guy’s fault that Grandfather was the absolute worst. Logan passed over the phone.

Mr. Carlisle accepted it without question. “Yes, Sir,” he said into the receiver. “Of course, Sir. At once, Sir.”

Logan was beginning to see how Mr. Carlisle won this job. He was one of Grandfather’s yes men, eager to fulfill any of Grandfather’s whims.

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Carlisle looked up at Logan. “I’m sorry, Mr. Hatfield, but you are to leave the premises immediately. I’m to call security now.” He immediately started dialing.

With a frustrated sigh, Logan went to the wall and collected his framed diplomas. He didn’t really have much other personal affects in the office.

“Yes, please send up security to show Mr. Hatfield out,” Mr. Carlisle said into the phone.

“That won’t be necessary.” Logan said.

“Mr. Hatfield Senior insisted,” Mr. Carlisle said, and Logan immediately knew he was in for a losing battle here.

With his framed diplomas tucked under his arm, we walked out of the office and went to meet security by the elevators.

I was standing by the fridge trying to decide what I wanted for lunch when my phone rang screen, I saw Maria’s name written there.

Shouldn’t she have been working? Why was she calling me now?

Confused and concerned, I answered the phone. “Maria?”

“Did you talk to Logan? Is he alright?” she asked.

Worry suddenly scratched to life inside of me. “Why? Did something happen?”

Checking the

“They replaced him,” Maria said. “No notice. No anything. They even had security escort him out.”

My heart twisted. Logan was fired? But, wait. “Should you be talking about this right now?” Wasn’t she still

at work?

“I’m on lunch. A few of us went out to talk about what’s happening,” Maria said. “Hazel, it’s a mess. This new guy doesn’t have a clue. He keeps asking his assistant what to do. It’s a nightmare. I heard accounting had to go talk to him already because he didn’t sign off on payroll.”

That didn’t sound ideal..

Mr. Hatfield Senior must have been infinitely pissed to replace Logan with someone far less competent. I supposed we should have seen this coming, but I’d thought Logan was too important to touch. I was just an assistant, easy to replace. Logan brought years of experience and expertise.

“It feels like someone is trying to tank the whole company,” Maria said. “Everyone’s working on their resumes.”

I wondered where Logan was, and why he hadn’t come back yet. I hoped he was okay.

“If anyone is trying to tank the company, it’s Mr. Hatfield Sr.,” I said. It was such a shame that so many people’s livelihood were caught up in the games he was playing.

Logan had told me about what his grandfather had said. That he’d rather see his legacy burn to the ground than have Logan taint it with weakness.

And I was that weakness.

What a mess.

“I’m sorry,” I told Maria, feeling somewhat responsible for all of this. Keeping Logan was selfish. Maybe to protect everyone, I should have agreed to the divorce.

Yet, even thinking that made me want to be sick. Grandfather controlled everything, even down to Logan’s personal life. Maybe I was selfish, but Logan deserved to be free. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“It’s not your fault,” Maria said. “Everyone agrees. There’s talk of going on strike. For real, this time.”

“Be careful,” I said. “There’s no telling what Mr. Hatfield Sr. might do…”

orry about us,” Maria replied. “Just take care of yourself. This man is a hurricane right now. All he

“Don’t worry

seems to care about is destruction.”

Just as I hung up with Maria, Logan walked through the front door. I gasped, seeing him.

He looked furious.