The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

Early the next morning. I had barely sat down at my desk when Logan opened the door to his office and barked, “Hazel. My office. Now.”

He immediately disappeared back inside of his office, leaving his door slightly ajar.

I looked longingly at the iced coffee I’d only had a few sips of this morning. My caffeine goodness would have to wait. I grabbed my pad and pen and left my desk.

Sabrina smirked at me from her desk closer to Logan’s office door. “You sure put him in a mood.”

Whatever his foul mood was about, it couldn’t have anything to do with me. I had left on time last night and didn’t speak with Logan until arriving back at the office today. He seemed fine when I left him. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Unless something happened on his date last night…?

My stomach twisted uncomfortably, as it so often did every time I thought of Logan going on that date with Connie that I arranged. I’d tried my best not to think of it, but that hadn’t worked. I tossed and turned last night, barely sleeping at all.

I really wanted my coffee.

None of this, I would tell Sabrina, so I walked right by her and entered Logan’s office. I closed the door behind me.

Logan wasn’t sitting down as usual. Instead, his back was to the room as he glanced out the window. He stood up straight with his arms behind him.

I moved to the space in front of his desk and waited to be acknowledged. When he didn’t say anything, I prompted, “Sir?”

“Last night was a disaster,” Logan said, tone flat with disapproval.

How could that be? I had planned everything around Connie’s preferences. “Did she not enjoy the restaurant?”

“She loved the restaurant. That’s the problem.”

“Uh… it is?”

“Yes, Hazel. All she did was talk about the food.” He turned to face me, and his eyes held a cold edge, sharp as an icicle and pointed straight at me.

I opened my mouth. Closed it. That couldn’t be. Unless…? “You did try to ask her things about herself, night?”

“Of course I did,” he said. “I’m not new at this. I asked her…” His voice trailed off. His icy sheen melted, and in its place, he just seemed puzzled. “I must have asked her something.”

That didn’t bode well. “Are you sure she didn’t ask you anything? About something other than the food?” Logan’s confusion slowly shifted into annoyance and frustration

If they didn’t talk the whole time, what had they done? Just ate and stared at each other? No wonder the date didn’t go well!

Before taking this job as CEO, Logan had been a well–known woman enjoyer. I knew first hand that he was charming and personable when he wanted to be. There was no good reason he shouldn’t have thrived in a date like the one I had planned.

I couldn’t deny that I was secretly pleased the date had failed… but that was something I was burying deep inside of myself and not acknowledging at all.

My job demanded that these dates succeed.

“You have failed your duties,” Logan said. “You picked a suitable restaurant but left too much of the rest to chance. I have another date to night. This time, I want a dossier about my date, as well as suitable topics for conversation. Also, speak with the restaurant to arrange a romantic atmosphere for us.”

God, at this rate, he’d want me to go on his dates for him next

But what could I say? This was my job. I hate to bear it.

“Yes, Sir.”

I left his office without a dismissal. He must have been done with me because he made no effort to stop

1. me.

When I returned to my desk, my iced coffee was still cold. Thank God for small miracles.

I opened the datebook and researched the name of the Logan’s next date.