Cilia came barreling toward the office in a total panic.
I tiptoed up to the door, pressing my ear flat against the wood to eavesdrop.
I couldn't make out a single word, but I could see Cilia's back shaking as she sniffled and sobbed inside.
Logan took off his glasses and rubbed the space between his brows, looking completely worn out.
He'd clearly run out of patience. He strode over to the floor-to-ceiling window and stood with his back to the room.
That was when Cilia whooshed forward and lunged to wrap her arms around him.
In the split second that followed, I whipped out my phone and clicked a photo.
Cheating evidence, saved for a rainy day.
But the whole thing happened so fast I'd forgotten to put my phone on silent.
That sharp click cut through the quiet right outside the doo
