Chapter 4 - Sister Natalie

I sat in annoyed, stunned silence. My one memento from my crazy Vegas night. Why didn’t I hide it better from her? “Hellooooo? Earth to Hazel?” Natalie poked me in the arm. “It’s…it’s just a toy,” I said, trying to will her to put it back in the glove compartment and drop the whole subject. Her eyes grew wide, a look of revelation crossing her face. “Oh my god. Did you buy yourself a ring because you didn’t get the one you wanted from your man? Hazel, this is a new low, even for you. This sad desperation is exactly why you are in the position you are in.” I stared hard at the road ahead of me, silently fuming. She put the ring on her own left hand ring finger and held it out in front of her, admiring it. “It is beautiful, even though it was a pathetic purchase on your part. I think I’ll keep it, use it for some of the promotional photoshoots I have coming up.” Called that one. I shook my head. No use trying to plead with her to leave it behind. Satan himself has more empathy than my sister does. “Oh, I have to tell Rachel about this, she’s going to die,” she pulled out her phone and called her best friend, the same one who got to witness the fatal Vegas proposal. “Rachel, you are not going to believe the pathetic thing Hazel’s done now.” I tried to tune her out as she mercilessly mocked me for buying a toy ring. I wanted to tell her I didn’t buy it, but not knowing its actual origin story would have made me just sound like I was lying. Hot tears welled in the corner of my eyes. “Oh my god, now she’s crying!” Natalie laughed as she updated her friend. I pulled into my parents’ neighborhood and parked at the bottom of our driveway. I wordlessly got out, pulled her luggage from the trunk, and set it on the ground. Natalie had also gotten out of the car, but in her true fashion, just talked on the phone while I did all the work. “I know,” she said into the phone. “She’s so sad.” She looked right at me. I looked up at the house. I couldn’t bear the thought of going in. Of dragging the tons of luggage up the driveway and into her room, then sitting down to a dinner where surely more mocking would ensue once my parents heard about the fake ring Natalie had found. “Well?” Natalie pulled the phone away from her ear long enough to scold me. “Are you going to bring that up or just stand there with that blank dumb stare?” My mind was made up in that moment. No way I could go into that house right now. “I have to go back to work. I have some things I need to get done,” I said, leaving her and her luggage where they stood and getting back into the car. As I drove away, I looked at her in the rearview mirror. I smirked. Who has the blank dumb stare now? My first stop at work was the pantry. I needed to grab the magazines everyone had earlier that contained interviews and articles about Logan, but more importantly, I needed chocolate fuel for the night ahead. I had resolved on my drive in that I would throw myself into my work to stay as far away from my family as possible. Maybe if I nailed these assessments and got the new position, I’d get a bigger paycheck and could finally move out on my own again. And tonight, that meant planning the perfect date for Logan and his wife. Several hours later, I awoke with a start. My face was stuck to the magazine that laid open on my desk. I sat up and groggily ripped the magazine off my cheek. The video player on my computer was still going, playing the very long speech I had found that Logan gave at a seminar the year before. It must have been what knocked me out. I felt very underprepared for the next day, despite the hours of research I had put in. It wasn’t for a lack of material on him - quite the opposite. There was tons to be learned about the man online, between all the interviews and articles and gossip columns about him, and in the scores of magazines the women in the office had purchased. But nothing that gave me any real clear ideas on what kind of date he would enjoy taking his wife on. He seemed to be a workaholic alpha male with very little emotion or personality in that hot, hot bod of his. He also seemed to be quite the ladies man, with a different woman (or women…) cozied up to him in every picture I found. I hated to agree with Elena, but she was right. It was hard to believe that he was a married man. I yawned as I entered the conference room the next day. The other candidates were already there, to my surprise. I was 30 minutes early myself, how long had everyone else been here? “Good morning,” I said as I sat down with them at the table. They all greeted me in return. “Did everyone come up with a date idea?” Ethan asked the group. “Uh, yeah, I have some ideas,” I said, putting my purse on the table in front of me and setting my notebook and pen beside it. “Just some simple, average date things,” my coworker Joan said. Gary nodded in agreement. “Yeah, same here. I just have a few basic ideas I’ll pitch to him.” Ethan turned a slight shade of green. I’d never seen him look so nervous. “I’m going to grab something from the pantry,” I said, standing. “Anyone want anything?” Everyone shook their head no and I headed to the pantry. Just minutes after I entered and began making myself a cup of coffee, Ethan came in breathless, like he had run to catch up to me. “Ethan, are you okay?” “I need your help. I’m no good with the dating thing, I have zero ideas for Logan. Do you have any tips for me?” Ethan was normally a fairly confident individual, it was hard seeing him look so pitiful and desperate. I felt for him. “Well. I feel like Logan would prefer a private setting in a cozy environment. Maybe an art gallery or a museum would suit him well,” I said, giving the best advice I could from the hours of unhelpful material I had studied. “Oh, that’s great. Thank you, Hazel! You are a life saver,” he said, hugging me before he left. Later that day, Logan gathered his four candidates into the conference room to hear our date ideas. I had walked in the room feeling okay with my idea until I saw that all three of my competitors had prepared formal presentations. My heart skipped a beat. That morning they all made it sound as though they just had some ideas rattling around in their brains that they would pitch, not whole-ass presentations. I sat down and closed my eyes. Oh my god, I have already blown it. Ethan got up first to present his date idea. “Logan, as a man that is very much in the public eye, I felt you would prefer a more private setting for your dates.” I sat up straighter in my seat. Did he just say what I thought he said? “My plan for your evening,” Ethan continued, “is a date at the local art museum, after hours, so you can enjoy the exhibits in an intimate setting with your lovely wife.” I shot daggers at Ethan. My tips were meant to inspire him, not to be stolen completely by him. My anger turned to panic when I realized I needed to change my pitch. I didn’t want Logan to think I had taken Ethan’s idea. But how was I going to come up with a brand new date idea in less than ten minutes when the first one took me an entire night?