"What did you say?" the boss demanded, his voice going harsh.Eleanor repeated herself, louder this time, for Logan's benefit. "I said that Logan's salary here is less than five thousand dollars, but he spent that much at the grocery store."Logan's boss, a stern and principled man, didn't take accusations lightly. He turned to Logan, his expression serious. "Did you steal money from work, Logan?"Logan, taken aback by the accusation, shook his head vehemently. "No, sir, I didn't."The boss then called Lydia, a fellow employee responsible for managing the financial aspects of the canteen, to check if any cash was missing. Lydia promptly responded, "No, nothing is missing."However, the boss insisted that she double-check. Lydia, slightly irritated by the repeated questioning, conducted another thorough check and confirmed once more that everything was in order.With an apologetic look, the boss turned to Logan. "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, Logan. It seems there was no issue af
After Carter's lowrider turned on its engine and drove off with Eleanor inside, Logan finally emerged from his hiding place. He let out a sigh of relief but also a sense of disappointment, as he had initially intended to head back home. As he was about to take his leave, he heard Eleanor's mother call out to him. Logan turned, startled by her addressing him by his name. She stood there, her gaze fixed on the spot where Carter's vehicle had just been parked. She muttered her daughter's name and paused making Logan wonder what this was about.Logan couldn't find the right words to respond, so he remained silent, unsure of what Eleanor's mother was thinking.Finally, she broke the silence. "It's like that almost every night," she remarked, her voice tinged with a mix of resignation and concern.Logan nodded, acknowledging the truth in her words. The strained relationship between Eleanor and Carter was apparent, even to those on the periphery.Eleanor's mother continued, "Eleanor is an a
Logan sat down and, as if on cue, the waiter approached. "What can I get you, sir?" the waiter inquired politely.Logan paused, feeling a surge of discomfort, and then replied, "I'm waiting for someone, thank you."Time seemed to stretch endlessly, each minute reminding him of the limited time frame he had to complete the task given to him by the system. An hour had nearly passed, accompanied by persistent reminders by the system that he had only three hours left.Just as Logan's nerves were starting to get the best of him, his phone rang. It was Eleanor, and he answered quickly. They exchanged greetings, and Logan directed her to his table.Eleanor, looking radiant in an expensive dress, approached with confidence. As they locked eyes, Logan couldn't help but feel a pang of doubt. Her presence stirred up old emotions, reminding him of the connection they once shared."Eleanor," Logan greeted her with a polite smile as she arrived."Logan," she replied, her voice tinged with curiosity
Logan sat back in the cab, a sense of satisfaction washing over him. He had successfully completed the first phase of his plan, securing screenshots of Davis's money transfer to Eleanor. All that remained was to send these crucial pieces of evidence to Kim, but for now, he needed to get to work to avoid further issues with his boss.As the cab pulled away from the curb, Eleanor wore a radiant smile, clearly elated by their lunch together. She seemed reluctant to part ways, but Logan knew he had to seize this moment to accomplish his mission.As they both headed out of the restaurant, Eleanor with a hint of sadness then muttered to Logan saying, "Logan, I had a wonderful time today. Thank you so much."Logan managed to force a smile replying her, "You're welcome, Eleanor. I did too. But I have to get to work before my boss decides to fire me."Eleanor, understanding his predicament, gave him a quick hug and thanked him once more for the day. Logan reciprocated the hug and then, with a
Kim had been Eleanor's best friend since sixth grade. They had shared secrets, dreams, and countless nights out together. Their friendship was a bond as strong as steel. Or so Eleanor had thought.One morning, Kim received a text message from an unknown number. Curiosity piqued as she opened the message and her eyes widened as she viewed the incriminating screenshots of Eleanor and her boyfriend private chat. Eleanor had been secretly having a relationship with Davis, Kim boyfriend and Kim found it unbearable to come to terms with this realization.Fury coursed through Kim's veins. She had always been fiercely loyal to her friends, but seeing the evidence of Eleanor's deceit left her seething with anger. Kim knew she couldn't let this slide.She bided her time, keeping the screenshots to herself and as she engaged in casual conversations with Eleanor throughout the day, letting Eleanor believe that everything was perfectly normal. Her mind, however, was formulating a plan.Finally, as
Eventually, Eleanor composed herself and managed a weak smile. She wiped away her tears and said, "Thank you, Logan. I appreciate your kindness."Logan smiled back, relieved to see Eleanor feeling a bit better. "Anytime, Eleanor. Remember, you have friends who care about you, myself included. If you ever need to talk or anything else, don't hesitate to reach out."Eleanor nodded, and they continued walking together towards her home. As Logan and Eleanor neared Crescent Street, Logan suddenly came to a halt, causing Eleanor to take a few steps ahead before realizing he had stopped. She turned back, a quizzical expression on her face, and asked, "Logan, why did you stop?"Logan met her gaze with a hint of regret in his eyes. "Eleanor, I'm sorry, but this is as far as I can go," he replied apologetically.Eleanor nodded, understanding his boundaries. She said, "No problem, Logan. I appreciate your help today. I'll continue from here."Logan had secretly hoped for a thank-you or some sig
Logan's boss interrupted him once again as the weight of the questions pressed heavily on him. He couldn't fathom how someone as timid as him, a former employee, could be associated with such dangerous people. Logan desperately wanted to defend himself, to proclaim his innocence, but he held his tongue as he watched his boss storm out to the parking lot and drove away.The temptation to pay his boss the money to absolve himself of blame gnawed at Logan's conscience, but he knew it would only deepen the suspicion surrounding him. Instead, he clenched his fists, determined to find a way to clear his name.Fury and anxiety coursed through Logan as he angrily dialed Daniel's number. He seethed at the thought of his house address being exposed by his best friend, fearing that his boss could have arrived the police in tow.When Daniel answered with a calm "Hello," Logan couldn't contain his anger. "Why would you do this, Daniel? Why did you give out my address?"Daniel's response caught Log
As Logan continued to move through the crowd, the two men who had been following him pretended to engage in a casual conversation. Their actions were anything but inconspicuous, and Logan could sense their eyes on him. He knew they had recognized him and were following him with ominous intentions.A thought crossed Logan's mind, a brief temptation to confront them, to ask to see their boss and explain himself. But before he could act on it, they abruptly changed direction and started heading back to where they had come from. Logan wasn't buying it; something wasn't right.Panicking, he tried to blend into the growing crowd, his mind racing for an escape plan. He regretted ever coming here; being spotted by the bikers first had sealed his fate, making it unlikely that anyone of them would listen to his explanations.Desperation etched on his face, Logan finally managed to immerse himself in a dense throng of people. He felt a bit safer, but his heart still pounded with fear. His backpa