Do I Look Like a Maid?

Do I Look Like a Manager? [ 8 ]

A/N: Hey guys, I hope you like this chapter, I am not sure if it's great, not my best but. I am so hard on myself, lol. I have been on vacation then got home for 3 days then went on another vacation so I could barely write.

Dedication: Erenlove because he is my fab editor and I love him.

Picture: Alex

B r i d g e t ' s P . O . V

Date: November 1st, Sunday.

I ran inside Logan's building, looking side to side frantically. What could Logan possibly want? I didn't do anything wrong, did I?

"Bridget!" Alex, Logan's secretary and my other best friend, called looking panic-ed

My head jolted to the right, and quickly ran over to Alex's desk.

"Alex, what's going on?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed.

"There has been all these shouts and screams from the room Logan and those boys are in, who are they anyway?" Alex asked, her thoughts scattered.

I reached over the desk and rested my hands on her shoulder and looked her right in the eyes.

"Alex, calm down." I sighed, "It's just the Princes."

Alex ignored my demand. Alex's eyes widened and jaw dropped, I quickly pulled my arms back and covered my face.

Shit.

"The Princes are in this building?" She asked, her voice in a deep whisper.

I lowered my head so I was looking at her over the top frame of my glasses.

"Oh my god!" She whispered, fanning herself with her hands.

I rolled my eyes, "Oh stop fangirling, Alex, act professionally." I joked with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes and exhaled, still smiling. "They are in room 7B." She smiled fakery.

"Love you." I laughed running to room 7B.

I ran down the hall, scanning each door plaque, waiting for one to read 7B, though I didn't need to. As I walked down the hallway, the sound of shouts kept getting louder and louder until I reached the door.

I slowly opened the door to see all the boys fighting, three with each other and two with Logan.

"Guys." I sighed.

The boys continued fighting.

"Guys." I said louder, feeling my anger rise.

They still continued fighting.

"Guys!" I screamed, ending all conversations.

My face was beet red and eyes wide. I could almost hear everyone in the building sigh from the quiet.

"Thank you." I sighed, annoyed.

The five boys quickly fell in their seats while Logan stood up and fixed his tie.

"What's going on?" I asked, looking straight at Logan.

"Slight disagreement between the boys." Logan sighed, smoothing back his hair.

Slight?

I put my hand on my left hip and stared at the boys.

I feel like a mother.

"Well, what's going on?" I asked, looking at all the boys, even more annoyed.

They all began speaking loudly at once, all pointing and accusing each other of something.