Logan's POV

The office lights were a little too bright this morning. The blinds were half-drawn, slicing sunlight into perfect lines across the matte grey floor.

My office was clean, always. Sleek, dark wood shelves lined the left wall, minimal but not empty, stacked with hardcovers and a few framed pieces from international partners. A huge abstract painting hung behind my chair, something modern and expensive, just how I liked it.

But nevertheless, my thoughts were stuck somewhere else. ...