BECOMING HUMAN

CHAPTER 40

Sitting in his office, Logan held his face up with his hand. He stared dully at the photo he was editing on his photoshopping software. "...ugh, why does my dad pay so much money for these ugly girls to stand around and look like whores all day?" Grouchily, he grabbed his mouse, fixing any blemishes on the models' skin.

After finishing a couple photos, Logan pushed away from his desk, rolling his chair to his mini fridge. Grabbing a cold glass bottle of coffee, he pops the lid and gulps it down. Someone then knocked on his door. "Come in."

"Hello, Mr. D—"

"Please, just call me Logan, I beg of you," The male pleaded. "Why do we keep going through this every month?"

Pushing her glasses closer to the bridge of her nose, his assistant, Amy, frowned. "Yes...ah..." Peeking at her clipboard, Amy pulled out a few copies. "Your father wants you to take a look at these..." Walking over she hands him the papers.

"What's this?"

Remaining quiet, Amy stood back from in front of Logan's desk.

Logan read the first paper he saw. Holding his chin, he nodded. "...so, he wants me to run auditions again? What the hell, he couldn't just tell me this in person?" He looks at Amy with annoyance.

"You know how your father is, Logan..." Amy sighed. "He's a busy man, so he always sends you letters—"

"Yeah, a busy man just out trying to get some pus—"

"LOGAN!" Amy's face reddened.

"What?" Logan laid back in his chair, popping a toothpick in his mouth. Flipping to the next page he continued. "I'm just telling it as it is. I know my father isn't loyal. He's a man whore."

Sighing, Amy facepalmed. "Even so...please, maintain the dignity of your father's wellbeing. You never know who may be listening behind closed doors."

"Yeah, they probably know, too. I'm not spilling any new secrets."

Amy sighed once more. "That's not the point..."

"Anyways, I'll set up the auditions. Thank you." Logan gets right on the task. "All these papers...just to tell me he wants auditions to be made? What a man, I swear..." He grumbled.

Once Logan had finished setting up the auditions, he resumed his work on editing the pictures.

Amy sat at her desk, filing some paperwork. "Logan, have you heard anything from the council about who would be qualified to audition for the upcoming Spring event?"

"No, not that I care. Why?"

"Apparently, rumors are being told that your father wants to expand opportunities to those who don't have any modeling experience."

"Now, look at you spreading some gossip." Logan teased.

"I'm being serious about this, Logan."

"I know, I know," He breathes. "If he's trying to find models that don't have experience, he's probably just running out of options on who to sleep with. It's nothing new."

"W-Why would you say that?"

Pulling his face up from his screen, he gawked at the girl. "Are you serious? Come on! You don't think that, as handsome as that bastard is, none of his models slept with him? You know that girl—ah, what's her name?" Snapping his finger, Logan closed his eyes to remember who this person was. "Ivan? Iven? Ivory! Yes, that chick! I know for a fact she slept with my father." Logan shuddered at the thought. "Oh my god, that is so disgusting!"