Chapter 251. Contingency.
CATHERINE
I had spent three years managing Logan Hayes. I had gotten good at it, the public version of him, anyway, the version that walked into boardrooms and dinners and the occasional charity gala with the composed certainty everyone expected. I knew exactly how to keep that version intact.
What I had not anticipated was needing to manage two versions at once: the public one, and the private one that was, increasingly, threatening to consume the first.
I started with Sherry.
She called me three times a week now, anxious, circling the same worry without ever naming it directly: he's drinking more, he's not himself, he won't talk to me about what's really wrong, and I had learned, across our overlapping years orbiting the same man, exactly how to redirect th
