“Hello, Logan,” Ian greeted him.
“Hey, are you at your company? Oh, guess what? I’m with Sophia here at her shop, and—”
Ian interrupted before he could even finish his sentence. “Give me a minute. I’ll be there right away.”
“Hey, Ian!” He wanted to ask him what was going on, but Ian had hung up, leaving him hanging and confused. Can he come out even when it’s still working hours?
It didn’t take too long for Ian to come, and Logan went to meet him with a smiling face. “Hey, Ian!” Then, he came to an abrupt stop, for Ian didn’t look good. “What’s with the long face?” He stared at Ian. “Who pissed you off?”
Ian sighed. “Let’s talk inside.”
When they came in, the ladies were talking about their business plan. Sophia then grinned at Ian. “This is my empire now. How do you like it? Not bad, eh?”
Ian nodded. “It is.”
Oblivious to Ian’s mood, Sophia gushed, “I think so too.”
A while later, Logan led Ian to the windowside and sat down. “What happened?”
Ian took his cigarette out, but he put it back, thinking this wasn’t the occasion. After letting out a sigh, he replied, “I’ve quitted the company job.”
“You quit?” Logan was surprised, but delightfully so. “Great! You can take part in Lorraine’s show then!”
Ian pursed his lips, his gaze complex. This was why he argued with Bryce. He wanted to do what he liked, but Bryce wanted him to stay at the company. Jobs like idols or celebrities were scorned by him, for he thought these were lowly work. Initially, Ian was going to have a proper talk with him, but when Bryce insulted his mother, all bets were off. Since even his mother got dragged into this matter, they had numerous fights, and on this day, he quit his job at the company. There was no point doing a job he didn’t like.
Logan was supportive of his action. “Nice job! I’ll get Lorraine to rig the show! Sorry, I mean, be your backer! No, that’s wrong too! What’s it called? Oh yeah, image! I’ll get Lorraine to create a persona for you and shoot you to stardom. Let’s see how that old git likes it!”
Ian leaned back against the chair. “I don’t care about anything as long as I can leave the Morgans.” He thought he could take them, but apparently, he overestimated himself.
The ladies came up to them when they were done talking. “What are you two chatting about?”
Logan grinned, but before he could say anything, Ian asked, “When did John leave last night?”
Sophia paused. “Not long after you did.” She’d get goosebumps whenever she thought of how John looked at her before he left. That made her wonder what he was thinking of when he gave her that kind of look. The look in his eyes was gentle, but also somewhat apologetic. She scratched her head. “John felt off last night.”
Logan was curious. “Off?”
Sophia looked hesitant, for she did think he was off, but it was impossible to put a finger on it.
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