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Chapter 1

It was a cool, crisp Wednesday night. The small apartment on the corner of Condor Avenue and Richards Street was dead silent, save for the clicking of keys and the occasional thud of an empty can being slammed against wood. Logan Harris sat at her computer with a look of determination.

Grunting, Logan pressed the escape button and made a mad dash for her boyfriend's bedroom. She threw open his bedside drawer and grabbed a controller and headphones. Once she had all the cords and plugs bundled in her arms, Logan rushed back to the office. With a practiced swiftness, she rigged up her gear.

The headphones snug over her ears, she gripped the controller, pressing a button on the underside. A blue light came from the controller illuminating the dark room.

Logan cleared her throat resuming the game. "Alright guys," she began, pulling down the microphone. "The queen has returned!"

Everyone in the chat cheered, chanting, "Long may she reign!"

"Arisa, Garry, Felix, and Jerry," She said smiling. "You have a minute to get to the new Dragon's Gold. Two minutes for Felix."

Having given her order, Logan waited for her team to switch servers. Naturally, the group appeared one by one. First came RabbitHero229, then, AriasFIGHT807 and Mynameislame. Each of them was added to the group chat on sight.

Arisa, or Aria, was the first to talk. "Are we just waiting for Felix now?" She whined, running her character all over the map.

"That's what I gathered. Understandably, his internet sucks but this is ridiculous!"Hero ranted.

Logan stifled a laugh. "I agree, Garry. However, this is a judge free zone." The woman said, leaning back in her chair. "So, we'll have to leave Seraph behind. Thy with foul WiFi shall fend for thyself."The inpatient group unanimously agreed, already planning what bosses to go after.

Online, Logan was an absolute beast. In the short time that she'd played Camelot: The Rogue Nation, she had climbed the worldwide rankings. In less than two years, Logan was comfortably seated at third place. Knowing this, her team was more than happy to have Scarlet'sReign as their leader.


Logan and her friends stood outside the first boss room in a series of underground tunnels. "Come on!" Arisa exclaimed, whooping into the mic. "The coast is clear, not a monster in sight. Please tell me I'm not the only one who's itching to kick some Minotaur ass!"

"Ari, you just read my mind!" Garry said, followed by a shuffling sound. "You guys can't see it, but I just rolled up my sleeves."

Throughout the group, a collective "Ah," was shared as they piled into the boss room.

In the heat of battle, Logan heard a knock on the door. "Hold on a sec, guys. I'm going to fall back."

"What's up, Scarlet?" Jerry asked.

"I have a possible P911, no time to waste. Either that or the pizza guy's early." The lock clicked. "Mhm. I've got a P911. Over and out. GG!" Logan yelled, exiting the game, unplugging everything and shoving it all into the nearest desk drawer.

The team groaned whining "PAs are the worst!" in some way or another.

The woman ran to the couch, pulling her brown hair out of a messy ponytail. Childishly, Logan flipped onto the furniture. She turned the TV on and grabbed a laptop off of the foot rest closest to her. Luckily, the door opened just as the laptop clicked on.

In strolled Ethan Walker, wearing a finely pressed suit. "Look who survived another day at work!" He exclaimed, setting down his briefcase next to a potted plant that was in desperate need of being watered.

Logan smiled. "Congratulations! How was your day full of peril, Sir Knight?" She asked closing the laptop.

He fell onto the couch, almost landing on her feet. "Absolutely tragic." Ethan groaned in exhaustion, giving her a pitiful look. "First, my meeting went on for another hour and a half! All because a certain someone insisted on making sure everyone had the right materials. I mean, how hard is it to see whether a person has a tri-fold half their size or not?"

"Goddamn Sarah?" Logan asked knowingly.

"Goddamn-freaking-Sarah!" He yelled. "And then she's trying to act all passive-aggressive asking me why I'm always so angry whenever she's around. Crazy!"

Logan got up from the couch, setting the laptop next to Ethan. "Wine or beer?" She asked, heading to the kitchen.

"You're amazing, you now that?." He said with a sigh.

"I know." A smile spread across her face. "Now answer the question."

"Beer. So much beer." Ethan leaned against the couch. "Anyway, how was your day?"

"Uh, oh you know, the usual," Logan said, opening the refrigerator. "I got a call from my editor at around three. We actually just finished tossing around ideas when you came in. Speaking of which, why are you home so late?"

Ethan chuckled. "Don't try to change the subject. I had a business meeting and like I said, Goddamn Sarah held a handful of people captive. By the way, how are Carl and the others doing."

"No idea," The woman lied, grabbing two cold beers and heading back to the couch. "I haven't talked to Seraph and the party in a week."

Logan handed Ethan a drink. "Really?" He raised an eyebrow. "So it's normal to yell Good Game when before you leave a work call?"

Sitting down in an armchair, she popped the cap off her bottle. "How'd you find out?" Logan asked, chucking the bottle opener at her boyfriend.

"Well, for one, you left the office door open." Her head whipped toward the office, seeing a load of Fanta cans and energy drinks. "Secondly," Ethan tapped the laptop. "This is my computer. I thought I locked your stuff in my drawer."

"As a couple, we have to accept each other for our flaws!" Logan cried, chugging down her beer and jumping up from her seat. She ran to the kitchen one last time to grab her laptop and went to her room. She looked back at the man in the living room. "If you don't mind me, I'll be enjoying life! Also, I want my lockpicking stuff back after this."

"You did what!?"

"Shut up, Newb!" And with that, Logan slammed the door and retreated back into the magical world of Flexible Work Hours.


Logan woke up to the sounds of blinds moving and the morning sunshine in her eyes. Next, there was a dull pain on her forehead. Groaning, she cracked an eye open. Standing in front of her, Ethan crossed his arms. "Up," He demanded. "We're going out tonight."

"Why?" Logan whined. "Delivery was invented to keep me inside!"

"For reasons beyond your comprehension. Get up, take a shower, get dressed and write." Not waiting for a response, Ethan left the apartment for work.

"But it's seven in the morning! No normal person works this early."

Much to her displeasure, Logan did as she was told after a three-hour nap. Soon, she was no longer in her food-stained tank-top and joggers. Instead, she wore an unwashed t-shirt that reads "Go Sports Team" and a different pair of joggers.

"And he says I can't take care of myself!" The woman scoffed, pouring herself a bowl of stale cereal. "The nerve of some people."

Making her way back to the cluttered mess of blankets and pillows, also known as her bed, Logan pulled her tangled hair into a lazy and loose ponytail. She fished her phone out of her pocket and called one of the most important people in her life.

Logan patiently waited through the dial tone until finally someone picked up. "Hello?" A voice chimed. "Yang's Chinese Restaurant, what's your order?"

"Mark?" She asked. "Garden Spring, it's Blue Bird. I need the usual ASAP."

There was a sigh from the other side of the line. "Logan, go back to work. You need to, seriously."

"I can't go back to work if I never started in the first place." Logan pointed out. "Besides, I also need your granddad's shrimp Lo Mein and egg rolls."

"The restaurant isn't a block away from your apartment! We're not even open yet!"

"But you're setting up, which means you're about to be open.Which is why there should be no harm in you popping by."

Logan heard rapid scribbling. "Until I get a call from Thea saying that you called in and made progress, all your getting from my grandfather is chicken and broccoli. No white rice." Mark threatened. "Forever."

Logan gasped. "My God, man! Have you no humanity?"

"It's for your own good, buddy," He said hanging up.

She put a hand to her heart. "That monster." Sprawling over the couch, Logan called her editor.

"Why are you calling this number?" Thea questioned. "You never call this number."

"Garden Springs threatened me with food," She admitted. "There's no way in hell I'd call you after that God forsaken email."

Thea clapped her hands joyfully. "Oh, I need to send that man a gift basket! So you did read the email I had Mark's dad send you?"

"I'll read anything from Rupert. He throws deals my way at any given time." Logan said defensively."I only read to the word 'romance'. After that I deleted it, shut down my computer and killed orcs for half an hour." She seethed, as her phone beeped.

It was a text from Arisa. "Are you still up for Zero G?" It read.

"I'm well aware of the fact that you're an action writer, but your writing style would be perfect for romance!" The editor insisted. "Can we, at least, try to brainstorm."

Logan broke out into a smile. "Yes! Of course, I will!" She screeched.

"Oh wow. You really miss your Lo Mein don't you, Logan?"

"Huh? No, no! Absolutely not. Sorry, no can do!" Logan insisted. "I'm just not a romantic person. I do thrillers! I mean, when was the last time you read about the main character in a romance novel going out in a hailstorm of bullets? And if I don't get my Lo Mein, then I'm ordering a ton of instant ramen!"

"Sweetie, I'm trying to help you out."

"You are." Logan agreed. "Valiantly so, in fact. I'm just a lost cause on this one I'm afraid."

"Please!" Thea pleaded. "Without this romance book, you'll be stuck in a rut!"

Logan sighed. "Well, that's a damn shame."


"Goodbye, Thea." She promptly hung up and called Mark one last time.

"Yang's Chinese, what can I do you for?" He answered, bored.

"Give me my Lo Mein," Logan ordered.

Yet another sigh. "I'll gladly give you some chicken and broccoli. Unfortunately, the item you want is reserved for hard workers."

"Listen up, you blonde bastard. Thea wants me to write about romance!"

This time, it was Mark's turn to gasp. "I thought we were never going to talk about that again!"

"Logan grinned. "Calm down. You got a bad dye job and you have to live with it. And I did get some work done!"

"Oh, I've gotta hear this."

"Thea and I established that I will never right about a pair of teenagers gazing into each others eyes every five pages! That's awkward and everyone knows it. There are other people around and they don't want to watch that. Now, give me my goddamn noodles."

Mark laughed. "Understood. I'll be right there." The man made a static sound and left Logan to wait.

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