Charlotte let out a moan and shuddered with pleasure, reaching ecstasy at the same time that Logan pulled away from her. Her chest heaved and she now leaned back on the counter to keep herself steady, causing her injured shoulder to hurt a bit. Logan seemed to be analyzing her, but he was impossible to read. He looked like he wanted to resume what he was doing, but at the same time, was holding back because of some invisible conflict inside his head. "I'll be in my room if you need anything," he said in a low voice, turning and heading down the hallway.Charlotte's mouth would have dropped if it wasn't already half-open because of how Logan had left her.What the hell had that been?! How could he start something like that and just leave her there?Charlotte stood and went after him, catching the last glimpse of his back as he was closing the door to his room behind him. She stopped it and Logan turned around."What was that suppo

When Charlotte arrived at her apartment, she was surprised to find Natalya there, and Natalya was even more surprised at her sudden arrival. "My Goodness Miss Astor! You half-scared me to death!" she cried out, dropping her mop to the ground. "I'm sorry! I didn't know you were here," Charlotte said, dropping her things on the counter and helping Natalya pick up the mop. "I had forgotten you were scheduled to come." "Your mother sent me early today. A congratulation is in order?" Natalya opened her arms widely. "I heard on the radio. You won your case with that good man!"  Charlotte was a bit confused, but she quickly remembered that Natalya had briefly met Logan during the incident at her house. She walked up to Natalya and hugged her. The woman's strong embrace threatened to make her cry. The person who cleaned her house cared more about her than her own mother.  "Your father would be so proud," Natalya said when they broke apart.&n

Charlotte didn't have the heart to tell Floyd what she had come to say, so she sat with him while he made a few calls and talked about the financial decisions he had made that led him to trust the bank that had just gone bust. He calmed down after a while, but he was still clearly upset.  She was concerned about the situation too since she also had money in that bank, but now it'd be pointless to try to get answers. Thankfully, most of her assets were insured. After what happened with her father's business when he passed away, Charlotte had vowed to make sure to have something to fall back on in case things like these happened. That also allowed her to understand exactly what Floyd was surely going through. "They will be calling clients tomorrow and said that the press is blowing this off proportion," Floyd said after his call had finally gone through to one of the bank agents. He let out a long sigh and really looked at Charlotte for the first time.&nb

Today was Charlotte’s last day of supposed convalescence, and for the first time in a long time, she didn’t get out of bed the second she opened her eyes. She had nowhere to be until Monday, and the week’s activities seemed to have taken a toll on her; her body was crying for more rest. So, she went back to sleep and woke up to a ringing phone almost at noon. This time she hurriedly stepped out of the bed, almost tripping on her shoes, and made it just in time to pick up. “Hello?” she said. Whoever had called had hung up at the same time. Feeling a little disoriented from waking up so late, she showered and began to prepare breakfast, pouring herself a cup of yogurt and adding an assortment of fruits to it. Then she spent several minutes trying to reach the towing company so it could finally pick up her car and take it to the shop to be fixed. She had put it off

Floyd walked inside his office and slowly sat behind the desk, interlacing cupping his together, placing them on the desk. Outside, Lisa stood in awe of the scene before her. "Do you-"Charlotte slammed the door in Lisa's face. She'd apologize to her later. "I'm not even going to ask what you were doing rummaging through my private files," Floyd said, staring Charlotte down. "I assume you read what's in there?""I did..." Charlotte said, slowly sitting down on the seat in front of Floyd's desk. "Charlotte, that was a misunderstanding. A confabulation that my sister made up. She's always envied me, and this was her way of getting back at me for-""I don't care," Charlotte interrupted him. "I couldn't care less what you say happened, Floyd."Then she began to laugh wholeheartedly, out of anger and relief, but mostly relief, because she had been right about Floyd all along, albeit unknowingly. He had been sitting in tha