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I sent a special Christmas gift out to everyone at work just for you. Don’t worry, I didn’t forget to send it to corporate, too. We could have had something special, but I forgot you’re nothing but a gold digging whore. Merry Christmas, Emerald. Send your boyfriend my sincerest regards.

What the hell was he talking about?

Curiosity got the best of me and I scrolled my social media, and finally my unread emails. My hands shook so hard I could barely hold my phone as I saw a message from Gary in my inbox. That couldn’t be good.

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[email protected], +46 others

From: [email protected]

Date: Saturday, Dec 24 at 11:54 PM

Subject: A Christmas gift that they deserve

I think you’ll find this video inspiring. Merry Christmas, especially to Emmy Handler and Mr. Connor.

http://www.security/camera7.media.com

Mr. Gary Woods

VIP, Director of Fun, Master of Friendship, Head Honcho, Greyridge Magazines Award Winner-Most Letters to the Editor Sent

“Do. Or do not. There is no try.” Master Yoda (Gary Woods)

This couldn’t be from Gary. It had to be what Darius meant in his message. Holding my breath I clicked the link and a video of Logan and me in the gym the other night popped onto the screen clear as day. I didn’t need to watch the whole thing to know the video had captured everything.

Darius must have seen the security footage and planned this whole thing. Oh God, this is what Logan saw. I hugged my arms to my chest and let sobs wrack my body. I’d never been so humiliated in my life. So violated.

Logan’s image would be ruined, all because of me. He had already been apprehensive about us because of me being an employee. He’d told me about all the scandals involving his father and that he never wanted to be like him. And now because of me and my fucked up baggage with Darius, everything he’s worked toward has shattered.

I let myself cry until I had no tears left and finally put my car in drive, heading back to my apartment in a daze.

Lights were off and all was quiet when I walked inside. As much as I didn’t want to be alone, I was glad Kiya wasn’t home. I had to process the emotional rollercoaster of the past few days.

Laying on my bed, alone with my thoughts, I willed myself to not give up. I’d come so far from where I started and all on my own. I couldn’t let this issue ruin my future plans. There was still a possibility that Gary would give my advisor his recommendation. One incident shouldn’t change that. I hoped.

But Logan… I didn’t know what to think about us. It was clear from what I’d overheard that he didn’t want me anymore. What he’d said had been a lie. I rolled on my stomach, cradling my pillow against my cheek. With every scenario playing on repeat through my mind, I finally fell into a fitful sleep.

Hourspassedbythelook of the late afternoon light streaming into my window. I blinked the sleep out of my eyes and stretched, reaching for my phone. Logan texted me. A tiny part of me wanted to delete it without reading it. To give myself a momentary reprieve from more pain. But I had to know.

Emerald, I’m so sorry. Not sure if you know what’s going on but in short, a security video of us in the gym was leaked. I’m trying to sort this whole mess out, so for the time being it would be best if we kept some distance.I’ll be heading back to the city early.This isn’t your fault and I promise, I’ll take care of it.Again… I’m sorry.

Even though I’d prepared myself for that kind of message it still tore my heart in two.He had to cut his business short and leave Greyridge, because of me.

Laying back with my phone in my hand, I thought about replying to him. There was so much I wanted to say, but none of it mattered anymore. I’d take a few days off, since my shift was covered at the desk anyway and try to figure out my next steps.

This was the life I was used to after all. It was time to move on from Greyridge and Logan Connor and go back to relying on myself and no one else.

I ordered myself some Chinese food takeout and turned onElfon the TV, not that I’d be laughing much.

“Merry Christmas, Emmy,” I whispered, as a tear rolled down my face.

Chapter 14

Logan

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