Not everyone can say they’ve been to the Big Apple, but LOGAN WALSH, a 38 year-old WOMAN has lived in MANHATTAN for 4 YEARS. This is the city of dreams and SHE knows it, because they came to NYC to be a/an CEO OF A TECH COMPANY. Well, that and as a NEIGHBOR/FUTURE GIRLFRIEND to SHANE KENDRICK. Living in the city means they meet all kinds of people, but everyone always seems to think they look like KATIE MCGRATH. They even got away with free cab fare once because of it! [DANY, 25, She/her, GMT+1]
THE BASICS
FULL NAME: Logan Kieran Walsh
AGE/BIRTHDAY: 38 / January 3rd, 1983
RESIDENCE: Manhattan, New York
Originally from: Dublin, Ireland
OCCUPATION: CEO of WalshTech
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
FAMILY: Elizabeth Walsh (Mother), Lionel Atkins (Father), Victoria Atkins (Step Mother), Richard Atkins (Half Brother)
PETS: Theo ( American Bobtail Cat )
FAVORITE MOVIE: Love, Actually
TATTOOS: Three circles on the side of her wrist. The word “purity” on her lower back. A dreamcatcher on her rib cage.
PIERCINGS: She has her tongue and both nipples pierced as well as several piercings in her ears.
THE BIOGRAPHY
Logan Walsh was born and raised in Dublin, Ireland after her mother got pregnant by an American businessman, who cheated with her on his wife. After her mother died when she was 10 she went to live with her biological father in the States.
Her father already had a child with his wife, a boy named Richard, who Logan got on well from the very start.
Her father’s wife hated her, since Logan represented her husband’s infidelity, so she treated her poorly growing up. She was sent to boarding school at a young age so her step mother didn’t have to see her anymore.
Logan always had a knack for science and technology so after finished boarding school, she went to study computer science and biology.
After her father’s death when she was 25, Richard was supposed to take over the company but he was far too deep into drugs and alcohol to take over, so the board chose Logan to take over. About 4 years ago she opened another branch of the company in Manhattan and has been living there ever since.
As a CEO she had very little time. She has a few friends that she sees every now and then but for the most part she keeps to herself. To unwind she can be often found in bars, looking for casual hookups to release some stress every now and again. If you’d ask her, she would say that she doesn’t have time for a relationship since she’s married to her work.
She tries to treat her employees right, since she knows that the company would be nothing without them.
She might seem cold and standoffish but that is only the armour that she wears in a business environment since she wouldn’t be taken seriously otherwise.
She enjoys a good book and a glass of scotch in her downtime, though she’s careful around alcohol given her family’s history with the substance.
He is mid-sipping when she asks the question, and he damn nearly chokes on his lukewarm beer. Following a brief coughing fit, Leon looks at her with disbelief filling every inch of his eyes. “What?” She couldn’t be serious. She had to be busting his balls, there was no way. “What kind of a job?” He can’t resist asking, even if the answer might just reveal that what an idiot he is. She might ask him to be the night janitor at her office or something ––– and depending on the pay, he just might do it.
He believed more in her teasing about taking down his dad than he did with a job offer, and draws a small smile at the prospect. Raylan Macken doesn’t go down easily ( Leon knew that well enough ) but it would be a treat to live to see the day. At least he likes to think so.
Logan couldn’t help but chuckle when he choked on his drink. It certainly wasn’t her attention to catch him off guard. She could see the slight disbelief in his eyes and turned her body slightly to face him fully, showing him how serious she was. “A job at my company. As whatever you wanna do. While I loathed doing business with your father, you were always a great business partner. A little rough around the edges sure. And if your father doesn’t want you to work for him, I’ll gladly let you.” She told him with a shrug. “You obviously don’t have to give me an answer right now. Think about it and then let me know.”
The question stings a bit, there’s no denying it. Leon takes it in his stride despite it, though, simply pursing his lips and offering a subtle shrug of his shoulder. “What’s better, really?” Yeah, he had less money. Yeah, he didn’t talk to his siblings. But he was out of his father’s clutches for the first time in his life, and that in itself was a marvelous improvement. Wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, but he knows now that going back to Macken Co. would only make him more miserable. “At the end of the day, I just have to try harder to pay my rent, but it’s not that bad. You just caught me coming off a hell shift at retail.” He holds up his half-empty bottle of beer with an ironic smile. “Holiday season, right?”
Leon chuckles at her boasting, nodding his head without bitterness. “Nah, you’re fine. You always worked hard, you deserve to be thriving. Also, I kinda hope one of these days your company will eat my dad’s and spit him out, but that just might be the holiday spirit talking.”
“A relative term I suppose.” Logan replied with a shrug of her own. She could tell her remark might have offended him a little bit but she was never one to hold her tongue. Logan tilted her head and just studied the man across from her for a moment as he told her he just finished his shift at retail. “Yeah, holiday season.” She said half heartedly before turning her full attention to Leon. “Leon would you like a job?” She asked him seriously.
Logan chuckled at his words and smiled. “Don’t worry about that. we are well on our way towards that goal. I would also love to overtake his ass and gloat to him about it.” She joked.
Her tone of recognition was different than what he was used to. Wasn’t as cold or bitter as he expected, and so Leon feels a shred of relief grace him. Until she brings up the dress, which prompts him to feel inadequate all over again. “Seriously?” He asks with wide eyes, a moment before she breaks into a chuckle and he realizes this might not go super sour after all. Leon joins in the laughter, though his is more stifled and lacks as much humor.
“Really? I mean, you don’t have to…” But by his math, this glass would have to be his last one and he wasn’t in the mood for going back home quite yet. So Leon looks over at her with a less tense smile and shrugs his shoulders. “That’d be great, yeah. I never say no to a free drink.” True enough. “Uhm…” Leon licks his lips, avoiding her gaze for a moment as the answer hangs in his mind. “Fine, y'know? Good. Gettin’ by. I’ve been worse.” That was also true enough. “How about you? Still in the corporate world?”
Logan could see the slight fear in his eyes when she mentioned that it was indeed her favorite dress. She felt a little bad for teasing him but was relieved when her joke seemed to have come across somewhat successfully when he chuckled along with her.
“Please, let me buy you a drink. I insist.” She told him, her voice softening a little further. She didn’t want him to see her as hostile or demeaning towards him. She just wanted to do something nice for an old acquaintance. She smiled when he gave her the clear to buy him a drink so she flagged down the barman and ordered them two more drinks. “Why do I feel like you’ve also been better?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. His answer sounded so standard. It sounded like something you would tell someone who isn’t interested in your wellbeing in the first place and just asked that question out of sheer politeness but Logan wasn’t one of those people. “Of course. My company is running better than ever. I’m sorry that sounded too arrogant even for my standards. But I am proud of what I have accomplished.” She shrugged.
Shane caught herself admiring Logan. Even in a more casual outfit, this woman still manage to looks flawless like a greek goddess, perfectly outlining every curve, her green eyes resembled veritable magnets that brought the soccer player’s inevitably to them, seeming to sparkle even with the space between the two women. Logan Walsh was stunning and Shane Kendrick was certainly having a brain damage right now just by speaking to her and worse for coming to talk with her just with some of USWNT’s hoodie and old soccer shorts. “Yeah, I mean, the person looked like one of those people who would make a fuzz about it, so it’s like avoiding future issues while I have a excuse to see you.“ She says with a smug on her face, still not sure on why she was feeling so jealousy over her. The warmness in her face made her pretty sure she was blushing at the comment and it didn’t help her skipped a beat at it. ”You should say that to my coach. He usually thinks that’s annoying.” Shane jokes while watching the business woman getting closer, still mesmerized as she walks by, and suddenly hit her like a runaway truck, unable to break the firm eye contact with her lips that lasted a few more moments until she finally realized the question was made. “We can do it here, unless you want to share space with toys and an oversize dog that wants to be pat in the head all the time.” She replies before showing the bag with a container and two bottles and setting it in the coffee table, to hide her embarrassment for staring. So the soccer player said the first thing that crossed her mind before acting like an idiot again. “So, tell me, how was your day?”
Logan smiled at Shane and shook her head lightly at her words. “You know that you don’t need an excuse to see me right? We’ve known each other long enough to not need an excuse to see each other don’t you think?” She asked with a raised eyebrow as she waited for Shane to answer. Though Logan sometimes also made excuses to see the soccer player, like accidentally breaking the light bulb in her lamp and asking Shane to fix it. Total accident though, of course. “Oh I will.” She joked, releasing a chuckle along with her words.
“You know I’m always up to cuddle with the big guy. So he might as well also come over if it’s okay with you.” Logan suggested as she sat back down on the couch, waiting for Shane to do the same. “Exhausting. As always. Lots of paper work. Lots of assholes thinking they can undermine my authority as the CEO. So you’re a godsend for coming here and supplying me with booze and food.” She told her with a smile. “What about you, soccer star? Was your day more eventful than mine?”
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location: Logan’s apartment
“Hey, sorry to bother you.” Shane says once she notices that Logan is at home that night. She usually tried to not to interact much, but with Logan, things were different. There was something about this woman that made the soccer player completely fascinated about her and she couldn’t say what it was. “The person that left this glasses in the hall this morning.” The athlete saw the par of sunglasses falling form the pocket of whoever was leaving in a hurry, when she was coming back from taking Kaiser to his daily walk, It was weird the feeling she felt while caught them. Part of her wanted to simply step on it, just so the owner didn’t have a reason to return to the building. “They might want to come back since it seems kinda expensive” “Anyways, I have tons of leftover from Hanukkah and a lot of booze. If you feel like it some latkes and a bottle of tequila that came straight from Mexico, and thought you might want to hang out.” Once she finished the sentence, Shane mentally facepalmed realizing at how lame and needy this whole thing might have sounded. And to be worse, she didn’t even knew if Logan was busy or not. “I mean, if you are free, of course.”
Logan looked up from the book she was reading on her couch when she saw Shane enter her apartment. It had become a common occurrence for the both of them to just enter each other’s apartments, since they lived right next to each other. “Hey.” Logan smiled and sat her book down as she stood up from the couch. She was dressed for a casual night, just some black leggings and an old college sweatshirt and her hair in a messy bun. She also already removed her make up for the night. “That’s what you came here for? Sunglasses?” Logan asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on her face. Honestly, she didn’t care for what reason Shane came here, she was just glad she did. She enjoyed Shane’s company.
Logan’s smirk turned into a soft smile at Shane’s words. “You’re cute when you ramble.” The words left her mouth before she could stop herself but they were out in the open now. She blushed a little when she realized what she said. “I’m free. And I’m always up for booze and food, so. Are we staying here or going over to your place?” Logan asked as she walked a little closer to her neighbor.
“She’s the business dame from Dublin that we all do not know but probably love—mainly because we all love technology and by proxy, have to love the person who keeps it up and running! Logan Walsh, get your ass out on this stage! Everybody, please welcome, the CEO of WalshTech!” he bellowed exuberantly, pearly white grin an ever-present pin-up on his expression as the live audience exploded into claps and cheers. He could always count on his audience to hype up even the most mundane of people—even that one time he’d dragged someone right off the street to interview them on Goodnight. New York, the audience had given them their best standing ovation. That was what had made his talk-show so famous: the concept that literally anyone could and would be interviewed. It gave the citizens and tourists some false hope that they just might be the next one up on the big screen, and it gave Severin the wide range of expanding connections he needed to get his mission done. Today’s struggling college student could be tomorrow’s in to vital information, and he’d never kid himself about that.
As the woman strode out, Severin stood to offer a greeting handshake, and murmured a, “Good to see you!” her way before taking his own seat again. “So, Logan, welcome, welcome! So let’s just get right into things—do you know Mark Zuckerberg and did he offer you any of his Sweet Baby Ray’s?” he asked the joke very seriously, with his also very serious disguise of fake glasses complete with fake mustache, that he didn’t even comment on and pretended was absolutely not out of place.
Logan didn’t know why she agreed to this interview. She hated journalists and reporters of all kind and that included talk show hosts. But her board was on her case about the publicity of the company and the she seemed too “unapproachable” in the media so they booked this interview for her and she reluctantly agreed. In preparation she watched one episode of the show and that made her hate this even more. Don’t get her wrong, she could understand why this show was so popular, the guy seemed charming and fun to be around but she just didn’t have a good feeling about him, but it was too late to cancel the interview, so she just had to power through.
When he announced her she entered the stage and shook his hand politely. “Likewise.” She answered, never forgetting her manners. She sat down opposite of him and crossed her legs to get comfortable. She chuckled at his words, though if you know her you’d know it was fake. What a weird way to start an interview. “No, he didn’t have the privilege to meet me yet, I’m afraid.” She replied easily, putting more arrogance in her words than necessary. She didn’t need people to like her, that wasn’t her plan in life. She raised an eyebrow at him as she took in his ridiculous disguise. “I think you forgot to shave this morning.” She remarked.
Logan walked confidently through the all to familiar halls of this office building. She has been here many times after setting a foot inside of it a couple of years ago. Her and the owner were friends? acquaintances? business partners? whatever you want to call it. They got along well. Though Logan was a busy woman and the CEO of a huge tech company, she always tended to this “client” herself, even though that was usually not part of her job description. But she was the one that designed the security system that was currently in place in this building and she vouched for it so she wanted to make sure it worked perfectly. Plus as she just said her and the owner were....friends. Let’s keep it at that.
Her stilettos clicked against the marble floor as she made her way to an office door, where a tall man was already standing waiting for her. She smirked when he came into sight. “What did you break this time, Lucifer?” She asked him teasingly as she approached him.
There was a reason for his staring. It wasn’t often he would see a familiar face around these parts. Not one, like, magazine cover familiar. Nor five-years-ago familiar, or even used to be a business associate familiar. But there she was, Logan Walsh, just as he remembered. Time had been kinder to her than it had to him –– she seemed to be passing by, while Leon Macken simply had become the worn down watering hole he frequented so often.
He’s almost embarrassed to talk to her.
He is definitely embarrassed when she catches him staring.
“Oh, sorry, I –" He starts, licking his lips nervously. "It’s… don’t you recognize me?” God, he hated that sentence. Nothing good ever came after that sentence. “It’s Leon? Leon Macken? Raylan Macken’s son-” Or former, if you asked dad. “We did some business together back in the day. Went to some parties too. I spilled champagne on your dress once?” Fuck, why offer that up? “I…" His fingers tighten their hold around his beer. "I’m on a budget. Can’t really afford to offer you a beer. Sorry.”
Logan finally turned around to face the person next to her, when he asked if she recognized him. When her eyes fell onto his face...of course she recognized him. There was a time when she saw his face once a week to do business with his father’s company. A company she didn’t do any more business with for obvious reasons. She was never a huge fan of Raylan. He was far too arrogant for her taste but Leon seemed alright, definitely not the most decent person she has ever met, but alright. He did look a little worn down though in comparison to the last time she saw him. He looked a little less....polished. Though she wasn’t really surprised. The downfall of Macken Co. and Leon’s supposed involvement in the whole thing was all over the news, of course Logan heard about it.
“Of course I recognize you, Leon.” She said, her voice unusually soft, a stark contrast to the voice she used when they were doing business with each other. “I remember. That was my favorite dress by the way.” She joked with a chuckle, hoping to ease the tension a little bit and lighten the mood. “Why don’t I buy us a round then, huh? What do you want? Beer? Scotch? My treat.” She offered with a smile. “I know this might be a loaded question, but....how are you?”
Diana didn’t think she was staring, or if she wasn’t before, she definitely was now. It took her a while before she answered. She didn’t mean to stare, she was willing to blame it on the alcohol. It always did make her peepy. “Do I know you?” She slurred, staring at the elegant woman beside her. “Oh god,” she threw up her hands, “that sounds like a really shitty pick-up line but I’m not trying to–Not that you’re not pretty! I just mean—” Diana flushed and turned back to her drink, shaking her head and sighing to herself before she turned back again. “You just look kind of familiar. Like…maybe I’ve seen you on the cover of a magazine, or something? In an article? A commercial?”
Diana paused, leaning in to whisper under her breath. “You’re not like–a criminal, are you? Is that why you look familiar? Because you’re wanted by the police and I saw your headshot on TV?” And yes, she was sufficiently tipsy. In fact, very tipsy.
Logan turned her head and looked at her new companion with an amused expression on her face as she listened to the woman trip over her words. She chuckled at the her words and raised an eyebrow. “So you think I’m pretty?” Logan asked, deciding to tease the woman in front of her a little bit. “You’ve probably seen me in all of those things. Maybe not a commercial, but definitely the cover of a magazine and in an article.” Logan told her with a shrug.
Logan laughed, not chuckled, laughed at her assumption about her being a criminal. “I don’t know, maybe some people would indeed call me a criminal.” She joked. “No. I’m the CEO of WalshTech. Ever heard of it? Not to toot my own horn but it is a pretty big deal in the tech world so...” She said with a shrug. She was never one to brag but she was proud of her accomplishments.
He grinned, grateful that he hadn’t made her uncomfortable and undeniably happy that she had deemed him worthy of conversation. People were often so cold in the city that it always struck him with a sense of gravitas when someone actually looked at him and saw a person.
“Let me guess,” he hummed, scratching at his chin as his eyes narrowed, “You’re in law? Wait- no, you look like you’ve got a soul still. I’d say maybe a doctor, but you’ve got a corporate look to you. Alright, final answer: you’re a project manager who’s dealing with a bunch of uptight assholes who think they’re better than everyone else because they’ve got a fancy tie clip.” He tsked, his tongue running over his front teeth as he shook his head. He’d laid enough tile on the upper east side to know the type. “No wonder you’d be drawn to a place like this. I’d imagine you’d have all the same men from your work up in one of those fancy cocktail bars.”
He laughed, raising his beer bottle to his lips to take a quick swig at her question. “I probably would be if I had ever gotten past the engagement stage, but, you know what they say. Easy come, easy go.” He shrugged. It was easier to out it that way that to think of exactly why his relationship with Jackie had ended the way it did.
“And no-no college for me. I thought that joining the Army right out of school would be a good idea and, well, I don’t really need a degree for what I do anyway. Some certifications for the electrical work but I don’t know if taking a six-week course at a community college really makes me a college student.” He laughed “I don’t look that old though, do I? Am I starting to get a silver fox thing going on?"
Logan listened with an amused expression on her face as he tried to guess her occupation. She chuckled when he said she still had a soul. “I sold my soul to the devil a long time ago.” She told him as she took another sip of her drink. “You’re very close with your final answer, I’ll give you that. But I am the CEO of a tech company and most of my board unfortunately contains of old men who think they know everything about the business and that a woman could never ever be better than them.” She told him, rolling her eyes at the thought of her board members. “Oh yeah. They’d have a field day when I would show up at their regular bar. No thank you.” She told him, shaking her head.
“Oh trust me I know. I’ve never been one for commitment myself. I am married to my work.” She told him and it was true. She didn’t remember the last time she went on a date. She was the hit it and quit it type of girl. It was easier that way and her itch was still getting scratched every now and then.
“Ah I see. I get it, college isn’t for everyone. I only went to impress my family but they were still disappointed in me anyway, so fuck college.” She said with a chuckle and a raised eyebrow. “What is it that you do?” She asked curiously. “Maybe old isn’t the right word to use in your case. You seem more.....mature than the rest of these people here. Mature. Let’s go with that.”
Holden tapped at the side of his beer, his head bopping along softly to the music that played from behind the bar as he waited for the bar’s karaoke night to start in earnest. As of now one of his favorite bartenders was off the the side, tangled in wires and cursing softly to themselves as they tried to get the old microphones hooked up properly. He would have offered to help out but he had already been shooed back to his normal stool at the bar twice today with a promise of free beers for the rest of the night if he stopped fixing their faucets without allowing them to pay him.
But making them pay had just felt wrong. He loved the bar, even if it did always start karaoke night a half-hour late.
His own eyebrow rose in response to the woman, his eyes lingering over her tailored business wear as her perfume washed over him.
“I could buy you a drink, sure.” He agreed with an easy shrug. “I didn’t mean to stare though,” he admitted, “I ain’t in the business of making people uncomfortable. I just- you don’t really look like the type I usually see coming through here. Usually it’s old divorced guys reliving their glory days and college kids who know they can get away with using fakes.” He laughed.
Logan finally turned her head and looked at the man beside her, giving him a quick once over to try and categorise him in her head. “Oh, you didn’t make me uncomfortable, trust me. I get stared at by old white men who think they are better than me on a daily basis and I’ve gotten used to it over the years. And you’re not old, so that’s a nice change.” Logan responded easily, throwing in a little laugh at the end of her sentence. “Would you believe me if I told you that I come here because it’s run down and the complete opposite of what I have to deal with every day? It has a charm. And the scotch is phenomenal. So here I am.” She answered with a shrug. “What about you though? Divorced? Or are you a really old looking college kid?” She asked teasingly, a smirk on her face.
Watching people order in front of her, Cami counted quietly to herself. Counting what? The number of peppermint brownies left inside of the little glass case. Unless everyone ahead of her ordered two, she was in the clear. Phew. Next to the brownies were some gingerbread people, and she began to watch who chose what. You could take the anthropologist out of the office, but you couldn’t take the anthropologist out of the woman. Looking over her shoulder at the person behind her, a wayward comment fell from her lips. “You know, they say you can learn a lot about a person from whether they’re a gingerbread or peppermint fan.” No they didn’t… But she had started wondering about it now. “Which one are you?”
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If there was one thing Logan wasn’t good at it was waiting. She hated waiting. And as the CEO of a Fortune 500 company she rarely had to wait since she usually commanded the room and people had to wait for HER not the other way around. But she loved coffee and she needed caffeine in the morning to get going or otherwise she would be grumpy all the day. Usually she got her coffee so early that there were not a lot of people at the cafe but today she was running a little late so the coffee shop was packed. So waiting it is, she said to herself as she sighed and looked at her watch for the 10th time since she entered the shop 10 minutes ago. She looked up from her watch when she heard the person in front of her talk and she was surprised to find that her words were directed at her. She just stared for a second before she answered her question. “Definitely peppermint. Something a little bit more refreshing. Gingerbread is too sweet for my taste.” She answered easily. “What does that say about me?” She asked intrigued, raising one of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows.
Logan was sitting on a bar stool at the Bronx Public Bar, sipping on a glass of scotch after a very stressful workday at the office. She just got out of a meeting about an hour ago and needed somewhere to unwind. While the Bronx was rather out of her way to her Manhattan penthouse, she enjoyed the style and the quiet of this bar. Plus it helped her to get out of the business men heavy part of New York. She spent her whole day in a Manhattan office building, surrounded by old white men who tried to undermine her and question her abilities as a CEO, she didn’t want that in her private life as well.
She was just taking a sip when she noticed the bar stool beside her getting occupied by someone. “Are you just gonna stare or are you actually buying me a drink?” She asked with a raised eyebrow, not glancing to the person beside her just yet.
