Logan had been told by his secretary that someone applied for the ad. All he could think was thank god. He at this point didn't care if it was a male or female who was protecting him. He just knew this crazy stalker chick was beyond crazy and meant business. Worst part was...he didn't even know what she looked like. He got the hundreds of phone calls, letters and pictures that were of him, and various other creepy signs of a stalker. The letters were made up of newspaper letters and words.<br/><br/>He was staring out the window. He was filled with tension and his nerves had long since skyrocketed through the roof. He hears the office door open and then hears some faint talking. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the secretary buzzed over the intercom that the applicant was here. He bites his lip.<span style="font-style: italic">Well here goes nothing</span>he thinks to himself. Turning and looks at the person. It was a woman. Yet she seemed confident. He wasn't. He may have the looks and the street smarts but he was not in a position to defend himself.<br/><br/>He turns and looks at the woman. "I am Logan." he says softly. "And who might I be addressing?" he asks softly. "Please come in. Shut the door. Have a seat. And can I get you something to drink?" those statements and question came out in the voice of someone who was a nervous wreck...and he was.