The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

I ran over to the sink. I grabbed a few paper towels, got them wet, and scrubbed furiously at my top. My efforts only results in a how completely soaked shirt. After a minute of scrubbing, I threw the wad of wet paper towels into the sink and grabbed the edge of the counter with both hands, trembling.

I took a big deep breath and held it, trying to stop the shaking that my entire body was doing. I wanted to cry, but I was too shocked to do so. Elena wasn’t kidding with her threat the other day.

She was making good on her promise to make my life hell.

After drying my shirt as much as I could under the bathroom hand dryers, I slunk back over to my desk. To my surprise, Dylan was standing in front of it.

My eyes grew wide. I looked down at my watch. It was only 11:30, what was he doing here so early?

I crossed my arms over my chest in a futile attempt to cover the coffee stain on my top. I snatched my sweater from my desk chair as soon as I was in reach,

“You know that coffee is supposed to go in your mouth and nowhere else, right?” Dylan said, grinning

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So much for trying to hide it. I pulled my sweater on and buttoned it up, offering him a half smile.

“Oh, haven’t you heard? Coffee stained tops are all the rage now,” I said, trying hard to stuff down my feelings of shame and hurt that I’d been feeling for the last half hour.

“You kids and your crazy trends,” Dylan said. “I think I have a dress shirt in the car, do you want me to grab it for you?”

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I wanted to cry at his sweet offer. “Thank you, but I don’t want to put your shirt at risk like I did mine.” I smiled at him.

He let out a soft chuckle. After a brief pause, he asked, “How are things going with…?” He tipped his head towards Logan’s door.

I sighed. “Not so good. I think he’s more upset today than he was last week.” I told him about how Logan had not spoken to me at all that day, except to ask me to make their lunch reservation.

“Want me to straighten him out for you? I know at least two ways we could sue him for all he’s got,” Dylan winked at me.

y head. “No, I just

I laughed and shook want him to give me a chance to explain things. I can’t do that if he won’t even look at me.” I paused. “You’ve known him awhile, any advice for something like this?”

Dylan thought for a moment. “Hmm. Maybe lay low for a couple days, let him cool down. He likes you Hazel, I think he just needs some time to think through all the things that happened with Peter. I’m sure he’ll come around soon.” Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

I nodded. It was not what I really wanted to hear, I wanted some sort of action I could take to fix things immediately. But Dylan did seem to know him best. “Okay, I’ll do that. Thanks.”

Logan opened his office door and looked at Dylan, then glared at me. “You do know that part of your job

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is to let me know when someone I’m expecting has arrived, right?”

“I’m sorry, Dylan and I…”

“It was a yes or no question, Hazel. I don’t need your excuses.”

“Yes sir,” I said. He looked at me expectantly, and I added, “Yes, I do know that’s my job.”

Logan started to storm off away from my desk, then he turned back to me. “Change your shirt. You’re an embarrassment to this company.” He walked quickly towards the elevators.

Dylan looked at me, his eyes full of compassion. He placed his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it. “I’ll talk to him.”