Wendy
I practically ran back to my little leather chair in the corner, flipping my yellow legal pad to a fresh, blank page.
I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose and lowered my chin, making myself as small and invisible as possible.
The doors swung open, and a team of four executives filed into the room.
My eyes immediately locked onto the third person to enter. Logan.
He was wearing a suit that was slightly too flashy for a mid-day corporate review and his posture practically screamed entitlement.
While the other three team members looked appropriately focused and respectful, Logan swaggered into the office with an arrogant smirk, taking a seat near the center of the table as if he were the one running the meeting.
He didn't even glance in my direction. To him, I was just
