Logan's POV

My office on a Saturday had a different quality to it.

I had come in early. I hadn't told anyone.

The document was already on my desk when I arrived. Nathaniel must have left it Friday evening, which meant he had known I would come in over the weekend. He knew me well enough not to be surprised by it. After six years as my corporate attorney, very little about me surprised Nathaniel anymore.

I poured myself a drink, something strong, though it was barely eleven and sat down.

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