I walked to my car and slid my briefcase in the backseat. Within minutes, I pulled out into traffic and through winding roads until I pulled up to the front gate of my parents' mansion. I entered the code and the gates opened. A moment later, I pulled up in front and headed up the stone stairs.
"Logan! Where the hell have you been?" my mother asked, greeting me with her hands on her hips as I walked in, dressed in a red silk dress and matching high heels. As usual, not a hair was out of place. "I've been worried sick about you!"
"Oh really?" I asked in disbelief as I pushed past her, hurried up the stairs, and headed straight for my bedroom. I grabbed a suitcase from the closet and started throwing clothes into it.
"What the hell are you doing?" Mother asked as she walked in the door.
