ISABELLA
Typical Logan.
I straightened my clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles as I watched Logan walk out of the storage room without a second glance. Typical. Not even a goodbye. Just a reminder to wait a few minutes before leaving so no one would suspect anything.
The nerve. He acted like he owned me. Maybe in a way, he did. But that didn’t mean I was about to grovel at his feet or stare longingly after him. I wasn’t that pathetic. I composed myself, taking a deep breath before stepping out. The hallway was empty, and I was f*****g thankful for that. I made sure I acted like I hadn't just been bnt over a desk and f****d like a w***e as I made my way to the manager’s office.
I knocked once before entering. She didn’t even look up from her computer. Her fingers clattered across the ke
