My Boss My Secret Husband (Hazel and Logan) novel Chapter 14

Later that afternoon, I sat at my desk, waiting for Logan to make the announcement about Bob.

After my bathroom meeting with Elena, we snuck onto Bob’s computer and looked for the evidence we needed to prove that Bob had in fact deleted emails in my account. We went to Logan together to show him what had happened, and Logan informed us that he would take care of it and dismissed us.

Logan came and stood near my desk. “Bob,” he called towards his office, “can I speak with you please?”

Bob came out, looking confused. Elena slumped down in her desk, hiding her face from Bob with one hand.

“Bob. I have just learned that you deleted important emails in an attempt to make an innocent person take the blame for our company’s most recent mistake. I am letting you go effective immediately. Please pack up your desk. I’ll have a security guard escort you out. You have thirty minutes.” Logan retreated back to his office.

Bob looked at me, trying to make sense of what had just happened. I ignored him and turned to my computer. The rest of the secretaries did the same. Finding no sympathetic faces, he turned and slowly, dejectedly walked back to his office.

My phone buzzed. I looked at the screen. It was a text from Logan: “Please come to my office.”

I walked into his office.

“Shut the door,” he said.

I pulled it shut. He came around to the front of his desk and sat on the corner.

“I’m impressed,” he said. “Instead of caving under the pressure of potentially losing your job, you rose to the challenge and solved the issue. Great work.”

“Oh…thank you sir!”

“Now. Come with me. I need your help picking out a gift for my wife.”

I grabbed my purse from my desk, and Logan and I walked down to the parking garage together.

“What sort of gift do you think would be suitable for her?”

“Well, every woman is different. It really depends on what kinds of things she likes. But you said she’s an actress…the actress I know loves lavish gifts. Luxury bags, clothing, perfume, jewelry. Anything to make her appear rich or high class.”

We reached the garage. Logan got into the back seat and turned on the massage chair feature he’d had installed. I peeked in the front seat and realized there was no driver.

“Where’s your driver?” I asked.

“Don’t you have a license?” He said, handing me the keys.

I took them, nervous at the task at hand. My mind raced with all the things that could go wrong. This car was so, so nice. I did not want to know what would happen to me if I got even the smallest of scratches on it.

“Where would you like to go?” I asked.

I looked at him via the rearview mirror. He met my eyes and just stared.

“You’re supposed to be helping me pick a gift. You decide.” He said.

I pulled out of the parking garage and onto the busy street. Cars honked at me and flew around me on both sides. I didn’t blame them, I was driving ten below the speed limit.

Logan leaned forward. “Perhaps we could get there sometime today?”