"We're not always going to be here for you, you know. You have to learn to earn your own money too." "Until then," Logan said, folding his arms behind his head and relaxing further against his chair, "this Logan here will only have one goal in life. And that, cousin, is to have as much fun as possible."
"Lord, there's no getting into your head, is there?" Ulysses said, frustrated. "Not at all, cousin, not at all," Logan said, his eyes drifting closed, fully relaxed now, taking in the glory of the afternoon sunlight. Logan loved coming into the company at this time of day.
There were hardly any employees around and no office girl peeking at him like he was some sort of Swedish Lord. Oh, wait, he did resemble a Swedish Lord, but that was beside the point. He loved the cafeteria best, with its large skylight that allows sunlight to pour in.
Whenever he had to frequent the company, he would make sure to sit here to get James the maximum amount of sunlight.
Ulysses sighed at his cousin in defeat. "And where were you last night? I called many times. Were you clubbing again?" "You read my mind, cousin. You read my mind," Logan murmured in reply. "Logan, I don't know what to do with you."
"You don't have to do anything. Just let me be myself." "I can't. Here, for you," Ulysses said, extracting a card from his coat pocket and placing it on the table in front of Logan. "What's that?" Logan asked, opening his eyes and gesturing to the card.
"Uncle arranged a meeting for you with this woman," Ulysses said. "A woman?" Logan asked, sitting up straighter, his interest now piqued. "Is she hot?" "Don't know. But Uncle wants you to meet her." "Don't tell me Dad wants to match-make me.
I'm not ready for that shit yet." "I don't know. Uncle didn't say more." "I just bloody saw him this morning. Why didn't he say anything?" "Again, don't know," Ulysses answered. "But will you go?" "Well, yeah.
If she's hot," Logan stated as if it were the most obvious answer. Ulysses just shook his head, giving up entirely on trying to change his cousin's behavior. He only wished something would befall his playboy of a cousin so he could learn his lesson and step up to the real world.
CH5
It was a disaster from the very moment Evonne walked through the door of the dental surgery. Firstly, there were loud popping sounds, making her nervous to the core.
Then there was that birthday song, followed by the firing of questions like, What are you going to do now that you've turned thirty? and, Will there be a ring anytime soon? A ring? Why would there be a ring on her finger?
She had never even gone on a date, let alone known anyone who would want to put a ring on her finger. Who were they asking, a supermodel with a size-two figure?
Once she managed to escape the clucking dental assistants, she headed towards the reception desk. "Why are you looking all gloomy today, Evonne?" Susan, the receptionist, asked.
"It was your birthday over the weekend, wasn't it? Did you get lots of presents?" "Yes, lots." Evonne smiled. "Your patients left a few for you too." Susan gestured to the staff table where wrapped gifts were abundant.
"Really? Not again." Evonne went to the table, and sure enough, presents ranging from flowers to chocolate hearts sat on the table, all from the patients that regularly attended their dental surgery.