"Elaine, Mr. Mercer wants to talk to you." Maya Ellison, who had come with me, held out the phone.

I'd underestimated how persistent Logan could be. At this point, I had no choice but to take the call. I kept my tone professional. "Mr. Mercer, what can I help you with?"

"Elaine." Logan's voice was rough with guilt. "Why'd you leave so early today? I came home but couldn't give you a ride."

Realizing this wasn't about work, I stepped away from others. "I ...