Naomi's POV
“Well well well, look what the cat dragged in.” Logan smirked with satisfaction.
“You've gotta be kidding me.” I bit my lip in annoyance. “You were behind all this, right?” I asked with balled fists.
“Me?” He shrugged. “Here I was, sitting in my office and minding my business. Your file was dropped on my table and going through it, I realized that you were just what I needed, or rather, what my company needs.”
“Oh yeah? And what's that?” I asked with sarcasm.
“A qualified Creative Director for my company.” He replied. “You see I went through your file page to page..” he pointed at the files on the table. “…and I must say that your profile fits in perfectly!”
“Don't celebrate yet, I'm not interested.” With that, I turned towards the door.
“Wait.. wait.. wait…” Logan imme
