Page 54 of Shadowed With Fear

“Think it was a good idea to tell him to hit B up for a job?”

“I’d rather Brahm get pissed at me then see this guy fuck up majorly and lose his sister. It’s hard.” I swallow thickly, and Adam looks at me before nodding.

“Well,” he starts, closing the kit he keeps here. “At least we know where we’re going next. Better get ready, Grays. You’ve got a big fight soon.”

Dahlia

“Come in, my dear. Come come.” The older man ushered me into his office with a bright smile and warm heavy hand on my shoulder.

Professor Logan’s office is exactly what I imagined it would be. There are countless film posters covering the gray painted walls. It smells like pine and freshly brewed coffee, and just outside the window behind his dark, wood desk is the most beautiful view of campus and its multi-colored trees.

Below, dozens of people walk by, talking animatedly, and are none-the-wiser to us spectators.

“Thank you for meeting with me, Miss Beckett. I’m glad you accepted the invitation to come to my office hours. Most students brush these mid-semester meetings off, but I believe they are so crucial to keeping on track for a very successful year.”

I nod in agreement, flashing an encouraging smile. “Of course, Professor Logan, though I will admit my motive was a bit more personal than professional.

I’ve been a big fan of yours for years now.”

He peers at me with shocked eyes. “Is that so? I’m honored. Most of my students aren’t aware of who I am, aside from their old, eccentric professor they’ve been stuck with.”

I dismiss his statement with a small laugh. “No, sir. I can assure you I have been a big fan for years. My brother’s best friend was a student in your class, and he sang high praises. I will admit it piqued my interest, so I did my own research, and I can’t say what he said was off the mark. You are truly a phenomenal artist.”

A weather hand rises to grasp his suit lapel. “My, I’m not sure what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, sir. Grayson pointed me in this direction, and I have to say, I am very grateful for him doing so.”

“Grayson?” He lifts gray eyebrows. “As in, Grayson Williams, my old assistant.”

My head turns sharply, “I didn’t know he was an assistant of yours.”

“Oh, yes. It’s been probably three, four years now. But he worked with me as my assistant, and in return I mentored him on his senior project.” Professor Logan states proudly.

“Huh,” I muttered impressed. “He never said anything about it before.”

The older man gives me a sly look, a small smirk playing on his face. “I take it the two of you are very close then?”

I blush, looking away. “It isn’t what you might think.”

“Oh, I’m sure it isn’t. Enlighten me, dear. I’m an old, boring man.” His smile is so genuine.

“Well, I’ve known him my whole life. Grayson and my brother, Brahm, they’ve been best friends for years. There isn’t really a time I can think of that Grayson wasn’t around growing up. When I was fifteen, he mentioned pursuing film in college, and I had never considered it before, but, well— “I motion to myself, “I’m here.” I laugh nervously.

“I see. Well, he came to visit me a few weeks ago. It was a nice surprise of course,” He began, “Even for you, dear, after you leave this school behind, you are always welcome back here. I love to know what my students are up to once they leave. Grayson came to say hello while he was waiting for his girlfriend’s class to end.” Professor Logan’s pointed look and narrowed eyes had me furrowing my brows.

“Oh, no. No, sir, you’re mistaken— “

“But he came and sat in that very chair you are in, and asked how the year has been going. I have to admit, Miss Beckett, I spoke very highly of you to him, though, I didn’t say you exactly. But I did mention that you quite remind me of him and his tenacity for details.”

I flush, unsure what to say.

“Now that I knew you two are acquainted, perhaps he has rubbed off on you over the years.”

I know that’s not true though. If anything, we grew up complementing each other. When everyone else was completely oblivious, one glance in his direction, and a scathing look thrown at me, I knew we were the only ones to notice something different, no matter how minute.

Grayson was the only one that ever truly understood how much movies meant to me, and he supported my interest, encouraged it in his own weird little ways. Aka, the hours and hours he would lecture me on various cameras and their abilities.

“You have a bright future in film, Miss Beckett. Is there anything you wish to do specifically in this field?” He takes a small sip of his coffee.