-LOGAN-
"Logan? Miss Anderson is here to see you."
I lifted my eyes from my computer and found Marie leaning against the doorjamb.
"Chloe Anderson?"
"That's the one. Should I let her in? She doesn't have an appointment."
Marie’s nose twitched. Chloe rubbed her the wrong way. Hard to blame her. My old girlfriend treated anyone outside her tax bracket like they were carrying some nasty disease.
I didn’t want her dropping by unannounced either. It had been enough work dodging her "check-ins" after I got sick.
It was just a cold, for f**k’s sake.
"Tell her I only have fifteen minutes. I have a meeting with a German company, and I’d rather not piss off a room full of Germans."
Marie nodded and slipped out. A moment later, Chloe walked in, flooding the room with her sweet perfume, heels
