Krista flopped on the bed after what she thought was an epicly long shower. She turned on the tv with the remote and flipped channel to channel. FInally she stopped on a classic; Gone with the Wind. After watching it for what seemed like minutes, she glanced at the clock. It was getting late. But for one reason or another she continued to watch until she was fast asleep.

The muffled voices of the movie were replaced by white noise and the urge to drown it out. She rolled over and put the pillow she had been laying on over her head. Suddenly it seemed like an alarm was going off in her ear. But the sad fact was it had been going off for over 15 minutes.

Krista threw the pillow and turned off the phone alarm, glancing at the time. 9am. She rolled over, seemingly like she would fall back to sleep, but the realism of the situation became clear. Her eyes opened wide and she jolted up out of bed faster than one could think.

"I'm late!" She shrieked and began to quickly gather clothes and get dressed. Somewhere in the sleepiness of last night she forgot to reset her alarm and her meeting was to start at 9:30am. She couldn't afford to be late for the first meeting of the week, it would send the wrong impression and outline the rest of her time here. How could she have been so stupid?

Brushing her hair into a messy bun and pinching her cheeks she looked in the bathroom mirror. She smoothed out the wrinkles in her pant suit. No time for an iron when you are too foolish to set an alarm she thought. Krista grabbed her bag and key card and exited in a mad dash. The door closed with a snap and she ran for the elevator.

"Hold the elevator!" she yelled with her hand out. But it was too late. The doors closed and she looked at the screen of her cell phone. 9:20am. She had ten minutes to get downstairs and seated without looking a mess. How was she going to do that in ten minutes with the elevator going up instead of down. She gasped at the arrows above the doors as the number beside changed higher and higher.

"You have got to be kidding me!" She snapped and looked down the hall. The stair well was the only choice, four flights wasn't that bad in heels. She raced down the hall and through the doors. On the stairs were people with weights doing some kind of exercising. Krista pushed by them as best she could without being overly rude.

"Excuse you!" One young woman shouted. Her brand name gear made her look like a barbie, specifically because it was all pink.

"Sorry!" Krista responded in passing. Once she reached the lobby she pushed the door open and headed down the corridor to the conference rooms. She glanced at her watch. 9:28am. She smoothed her clothes down and took a deep breath before entering the room and taking a seat.

Across the lobby the man from the last night watched. Two men were talking to him but he didn't listen. He put his hand up and they stopped speaking. He began across the corridor and to the entrance of the room Krista just went in. He walked in and leaned against the back wall curiously.

From his view he could see in the first row sat Krista. He studied her closely. Suddenly she stood up and headed to the stage. He couldn't tell why because he hadn't been listening just as before with the men. He focused his eyes on the way she moved the stage and how she took stance at podium.

"My name is Krista Johnston and I can sell you anything." She began her speech.

The man listened. The first line was intriguing enough to draw his attention to what she was saying. Krista wasn't a model, nor was she perfect, but something about her had drawn him to take notice. And for him, it took a lot to make him take notice.

At the end of Krista's speech, just as she was heading back to her seat, he exited the room. He walked back over to where he had left the men. They were still standing in the same spot. "I want to know everything there is to know about Krista Johnston." He said plainly.

One of the men nodded and headed off. The other stood there waiting for something. When he didn't get it he asked. "I need to know what you want me to do about the situation."

Cold eyes focused on the man who just asked a question. "Ronny, do what you know needs to happen. Why do you ask me about things you should already know the answer to?" He seemed discussed with being pressed for an answer.

Ronny looked at him. "Okay." He went to walk away but paused. "Why do you want to know about that girl Logan?"

Logan looked at Ronny and didn't answer. He didn't have to. All he had to do was give that look and Ronny was gone. It was a cold look. A look that seemed intent and dangerous. He watched Ronny walk away and turned his glance back to the door just in time to see Krista exiting with some others.

For a moment their eyes locked, but conversation drew her away. That interested him even more. He stood watching her walk on, wondering who she was and where she came from. In a city full of sheep, she stood out. And Logan wasn't used to things that stood out.