LOGAN BLACKSTONE
My father's eyes were locked on me as I stepped into his office.
"Good morning," he greeted, arching an eyebrow. "I half-expected you to take another day off."
"Good morning, Dad. I ran into some trouble yesterday, which is why I didn’t make it in," I explained.
His interest was clearly sparked. "What happened?"
I let out a heavy sigh before I spoke. "Scarlett had a panic attack. I lost my temper when I saw her cleaning a bookshelf, and she ended up collapsing. She was completely out of it."
My father's expression shifted to one of astonishment. "Are you certain she wasn’t just pretending?" he inquired after a pause, rubbing his chin in contemplation.
I quickly shook my head. "There’s no way she could fake something like that, Dad."
He raised an eyebrow again. "I w
