Logan's POV

"Sir. Can you tell us about your time at the Marino Empire in New York?" The voice came from the man next to me. He held a microphone in his hand and tried to bring it closer to me. He strained to keep up with his speed because I was walking faster than him. My bodyguards trailed behind me as I stepped into my firm with a stern expression.

Camera flashes shined on my face from all angles, and the reporters' inquiries seemed like babbles in my ear, making me even ...