Amelia’s POV

Today was the last evening of the retreat and it felt different of course. Well the fact I wasn't going to be in Paris after today made me happy a bit.

Everyone was laughing louder, glasses clinking, music humming low in the background. I'd miss this part of the retreat though , the way of making everything feel so surreal.

I kept glancing at Logan, who stood near the center, talking to a group of executives with a calm but commanding tone that always drew attention.

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