LOGAN: My Demon Protector

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always loved t

k clouds as they gather, mirroring the shadow of despair tha

. You have to

to remind me that showing up in public with puffy, red eyes would be bad for my image as the new CE

n front of all these people. I can't show any signs of weakness. I can't let them see how

ver your face in case you start to get all

be alive to witness it, I will soon be married to this amazing man. He's always been there for me, and I will alw

d it didn’t matter to him if we both live at his place or mine, but seeing as mine was more spacious, it

deep down, I hope it rains. Not only to cut this dreadful ceremony short, also that once I'm alone, r

wer to the board of directors. There shouldn't be anything to

ot to say goodbye last week at the hospital after the doctor said his time was up. Our last moment together remains as a refreshing

that sweet way that he always did when I was down. I can almost feel his arm

be with Mother again. He was torn when we lost her, and even after he got married to that

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fter the funeral. However, it's

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glass window of our penthouse, ne

rest lover. It's 6 a.m. I don't want to be having this conversation. I'd like to pump this cup of

I reply, setting the mug down and pulling him into a light hug. He wraps h

ng in a few hours. Rig

to go well, and I k

ent, but I'm too distracted by the s

wearing. "Going somewhere?" I ask. Not that it re

I'm seeing an old friend today but

t mad, Love. Hav

possibly be m

don't have the time to over

ows me to feel organized, despite how scattered my thoughts are thes

ropriate. And then I'm off, repeating my mantra of affirmatio

e partnerships that my father had been working on before anyone changes their mind. I feel a little less nervous now, because I don't believe that my transition from Chief Financial Officer to Chief Exe

ance to enlighten us on her plans for the rest of the

ilent. I exhale, gripping

and I've prepared a monologue that will make everyone happy and satisfied. I open my mouth to co

n see my life shifting beyond my control. My eyes

my feet. I regret it immediately because I almost faceplate into t

rage. "What the hell do y

tone is stern. Shannon shouldn'

nt. She looks like she has won, and I'm dying to know wha

next words have me

t's no way to speak