Why couldn't he be like Ulysses? Reserved, intelligent, and a good team leader. Liam had to think of a way to reform his son. And that must include Sophia. Then an idea struck him. "Look, all is forgiven, but you must pay me back," Liam said to his son.
"Pay you back?" Logan asked, his face a mask of confusion. "Dad, I live off your money. You're saying you're using your own money to pay yourself."
"No, I don't mean payment in monetary terms. I mean in the form of action and consequences," Liam said, smiling, as the plan formed inside his head. He couldn't wait to see his son all grown up and responsible.
Logan didn't like where this conversation was heading. He recognized the smirk on his father's face, the one he'd inherited and often pasted on his face when an evil idea popped in his head. He even dreaded asking, "How?" "Go to Queenstown next week."
"Choice!" Logan slammed his palm on the table in happiness. And here he thought his father was going to come up with some ridiculous idea, like another matchmaking scheme. Queenstown meant skiing, and he loved skiing.
Plus, there was also an abundance of other dangerous sports the South Island had to offer—jet skiing, skydiving, abseiling. How crazy! He just couldn't wait any longer. "With Sophia," his father finally added. Logan's excitement died down like a flat battery. He knew it. And here he thought he could have another fun holiday.
What a way to take the candy from a child. "What? Why?" Logan whined in disappointment. "You are going to escort Sophia to Queenstown. She's never been to that part of the country before, so I think you could be the perfect candidate for it." "I'm not perfect, Dad.
Why don't you ask Ulysses? I'm sure he would be happy to escort such a lovely lady like Sophia," he suggested. "No, Ulysses has to work. He's too busy organizing the Dental Hygiene Conference over there. So you're the only one left.
Unless you want to help organize the conference and leave Ulysses free to entertain Sophia." Liam pretended to ask his son, offering the choice of whether to have another holiday or work. In the end, the choice was his son's alone.
And whichever he chose, his son would fall into his trap. "No, I'll entertain her," Logan interjected before his dad could decide for him.
Escorting Sophia around Queenstown would be boring, but not to the extent of death, which was sure to be the result of organizing the conference. That was not his cup of tea.
"Just as I thought," Liam said. Right into the trap. "So we're settled, then?" "Yes," Logan grumpily agreed. "Now, get out of my sight before I have a heart attack for real," his father shouted.
"Yes, Dad," Logan grumbled under his breath as he closed the door of his father's office. Logan hated being told what to do. And right now, he hated being forced to go to Queenstown with Sophia.
And his mood just got worse when he saw Noah, his father's secretary, out near the elevator.
"Master Logan. How are you today?" Noah spoke, rubbing his hands together. "Foul!" Logan said in a gloomy monosyllable, putting on his F&B shades, even inside the hotel lobby because it just made him look cool, while he continued heading to his car.
Noah's little feet trailed after him like a little servant's. Logan didn't like Noah. The man always had this sneaky look about him, as if he were hiding some secret or something. But because Logan hardly came into the company, he didn't know what the man was up to.
Maybe he should be more careful. Come into the company more often—if not to work, at least to get the free chocolate bar that was out for the guests' indulgence.
"Foul mood? Can I do anything to help alleviate it?" Noah asked, hoping to please Logan, but it only had the opposite effect.
"Yes," Logan said, turning to face Noah. And with a loud voice, he ordered, "Get out of my sight." "Oh, Master Logan, I would very much like to get out of your sight, but Master Ulysses would like a word with you," Noah pointed out as the reason he had been following him.