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Keelen said. “I was afraid to tell Matt. He would only see one way of solving this and I couldn’t risk it.”
    “ I can get a hold of my attorney. We can correct this matter in a court.”
    “ No, no...please. Like I said, nothing happened. He wasn’t explicit in his language. He didn’t do anything physical except put his arm around my shoulder and whisper in my ear.” She visibly shuddered.
    “You could go to your HR department.”
    “Carol? Hah! She thinks the sun rises and sets on Thomas Click’s head. She has a cheap apartment above the gallery with all the security cameras. She barely leaves the building, if ever. And she has a salary, not an hourly paycheck. So much for going to her with an HR issue against the owner of the company.”
    “Understood,” Logan said.
    “Besides, I’m not even here legally. I don’t want to draw attention to myself by filing some sort of sexual harassment claim.”
    “ But...”
    “ ...no, I’m fine. I just don’t know what to do next. I don’t want to tell Cindy what happened. She’s been stressing about making rent, and if she found out that I just walked out on my job, she’ll flip. It will tear at our friendship, and if I tell Matt, he’s gonna want to kick Thomas’s ass.”
    “Rock? Meet hard place,” Logan said sympathetically.
    Keelen nodded.
    “You want some water, Coke, a glass of wine?” Logan offered.
    Keelen shook her head and scanned Logan’s apartment. The scattered canvases and the smattering of blood packets caught her attention. “I see that you’ve tripled your output,” she said, as she stood up and walked toward his workspace.
    Logan grinned. “I’ve collected a nice new set of wealthy clients.”
    “ I don’t know what I’m gonna tell Cindy,” Keelen said, staring blankly at Logan’s unusual workspace. “This might be the last time you’re gonna see me. My mother’s been sick and I might have to go back to Canada…I might not have enough cash to come back for a while.”
    Logan came up beside Keelen with his hands in his pockets. “How much were you making at the gallery?” he asked.
    “ No, no, I can’t take your money,” Keelen chuckled.
    “ I’m not just gonna give you money.”
    “ You’re not pulling a Click, are you?”
    Logan laughed. “You want to work for me?”
    Keelen stared into Logan ’s eyes. No reaction.
    “ How about $15 an hour? Just for a little bit, till you find your next job, since I know how much you pride yourself on independence.”
    “ No...no, I can’t do that. I’m barely qualified to sell Click’s cheesy mass-produced photo prints. They’re not even Giclée quality.”
    “ Keelen, I insist on hiring you. I really don’t want to go through the pain of looking for someone to hire. Plus, I trust you already. You already know the art print business. We’ve got history, and it’s only temporary until you land a part in a movie, television show, or commercial.”
    Keelen paused. Her lips quivered and her cheekbones upturned with relief. “Thank you,” she said, wrapping herself around Logan’s torso in a grateful hug.
    “ Come on. I’ll give you a ride home.”
    “ No...no...I’ve been a tremendous bother already. I’ll call Cindy to pick me up.”
    “ Why not Matt?” Logan asked.
    “ He’s probably too tired; he had a training session sneak up on him today. Besides, if I asked him to pick me up from your place at one in the morning, we’d all be asking for trouble. I’d have to spill all the details of what brought me here at this hour.”
    “ You’re right.”
    Keelen took out her phone from her purse. She stared at the screen for a moment, and then asked Logan, “Can I use your phone?”
     
     

6
    Lumber of Shame
    T he offices of Estil Magazine sat atop the fourteenth floor of the Brennan Tower, off Wilshire Boulevard, in Santa Monica. It was a modernized Art Deco skyscraper built in 1924, back when Santa Monica still had swatches of dinosaur-looking oil pumps