Elizabeth
The rest of my shift is a blur – I'm zoning out when I need to be all ears, taking orders on autopilot while my mind is stuck on what Sophie just dropped on me.
I don't even know what course of action to take after learning this – whether to confront Logan and Mr. Smith or to just let it slide and continue with the overpaid position.
I say my goodbyes to Billy and the chefs, grabbing my bag and heading out.
My shoulders slump when I see Logan leaning against my car, arms crossed as he watches me.
“You're not supposed to be working,” he says when I stop in front of him.
“Move,” I command, looking behind him at the door, even though I know he won't budge until he gets what he wants.
“Hand me your keys,” he says, stretching out his arm.
“I'll drive myself,” I say, irritab
