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Logan
I book it home,driving erratically and nearly clipping the rolling suitcase of a man crossing the street. He offers me a few choice expletives then the light turns green .
I charge ahead toward my building, my head swirling with a million different thoughts. Something tells me Paisley will take the stand and whatever comes out of her mouth will end up helping Arnold Carrington and Miriam win the case .
They wouldn’t make her testify unless they felt sure she will have to admit to something that helps their cause …
Once again, I feel like I’m being played and manipulated and I can’t let this happen .
Screeching into the parking garage, I park haphazardly right next to the elevators, because I just don’t give a fuck. On the way up, I think about what I’m going to say to Paisley. I can’t have her here anymore. Though I’ve done my best to spend time with my children, the fact remains that I work 80% of the time .
Knowing Miriam, her new attorney will ask Paisley all sorts of personal questions involving me, and since she happens to be his daughter, he’ll be ruthless. He’ll fight extra hard to elicit the responses he wants, the kind that will make me look like a cradle-robbing pervert asshole, but he won’t do it for Miriam, he’ll do it because of Paisley. Because I’ll be the bad guy, no matter what .
This case moving to a personal level for Arnold Carrington makes it a recipe for disaster .
I burst through the door, throwing my shit on top of the kitchen counter after barreling through the house. Paisley comes out of her room when she hears me and pauses at my bedroom door while I tear through the room, slamming doors, ripping off my tie, and throwing my shoes. Judging from her fear of coming in, I know I’m scary to watch .
“Did you call your father?” I ask calmly .
“Yes.” She bows her head. “I have to appear, Logan. It’s a subpoena .”
“I can’t have you here,” I say softly .
Her eyes overflow instantly. “Of course not,” she whispers .
“It’s too risky. And we should’ve known better .”
There’s a moment before she calmly replies, “Yes, sir. Thank you for the opportunity.” A few moments later, the door to her room closes .