LOGAN
The evening had been unfolding smoothly, as I lounged in my study, a glass of aged bourbon warming my hand.
The scent of leather-bound books mixed with the faint smokiness of the drink, creating an ambiance of solitude I had come to appreciate.
The distant murmur of the household staff preparing for the night's event barely registered as I allowed myself a rare moment of relaxation.
The shrill ring of my cell phone shattered the tranquility, its abruptness sending a jolt through me. I set the glass down on the mahogany desk, the clink echoing in the stillness, and reached for the device.
The screen displayed an unfamiliar number. A prank call, perhaps? Or another misguided attempt from the media to dig into my personal affairs? With a resigned sigh, I accepted the call, bringin
