I walked to my car and slid my briefcase in the backseat. Within minutes, I pulled out into traffic and through winding roads until I pulled up to the front gate of my parents' mansion. I entered the code and the gates opened. A moment later, I pulled up in front and headed up the stone stairs.

"Logan! Where the hell have you been?" my mother asked, greeting me with her hands on her hips as I walked in, dressed in a red silk dress and matching high heels. As usual, not a hair ...