“Morning, boss.”
Logan’s eyes twitched.
He didn’t even acknowledge her.
“Lucas’s office. Now.”
Maddison kept walking like she didn’t hear him, but the smirk on her face said otherwise. Logan shoved open Lucas’s door, already seething. His twin looked up slowly, perfectly blank. Too blank.
“What did you do?” Logan growled.
Lucas didn’t answer.
“You think I wouldn’t find out? You think Penny wouldn’t smell it on you? You’re trending, Lucas. People are talking. Our enemies are talking.”
Lucas rubbed his temples. “Logan ”
“No,” Logan snapped, stepping closer. “You don’t get to calm voiceme. Did you sleep with her?”
Silence.
“Lucas.”
“It’s under control.”
Logan laughed sharp, humorless. “Under control? She looked at me like I was a damn inconvenience. You gave her power, Lucas. You let her in.”
Lucas finally looked up, steel in his voice. “She’s not just some assistant.”
“Exactly. She’s a problem.”
“She’s mine.”
That shut Logan up for a beat.
Then he swore under his breath and turned away, pacing.
“Bonnie finds out, she’ll suggest removing her.”
Lucas’s jaw clenched. “She won’t.”
“You sure? Because Maddison’s not subtle. She's marching around like she already runs this place. One wrong move and Penny hell, the whole damn internet will figure out who Helmet Daddy really is.”
Lucas stood. “I’ll handle it.”
Logan glared. “You better. Or I will.”
And with that, Logan stormed out, no goodbye, no warning.
Maddison was gone from the hall. But her perfume still hung in the air like a promise of chaos.
***
“We need to talk,” he said, voice like gravel and broken glass.
Maddison didn’t blink. “About your brother’s coffee order? Already got it covered.”
Logan didn’t smile.