CONNOR'S POV:
As I stared at the elusive logo on the car, frustration settled in. The familiarity teased the edges of my memory, but I couldn't pinpoint where I had seen it.
If it was indeed a company logo, as it seemed to hint at in my mind, why couldn't I remember the company? I had been involved in business with several companies, and I just couldn't figure out if it was one of those I had worked with or a different one.
In a moment of realization, I decided to seek assistance from the one person who might recognize it—my father, Mr. Fred.
"What if he asks why I wanted to know? I mean, I can't just wake up and start asking about a company's logo. What if he gets suspicious if my question?" I pondered in my heart as I kept staring at the logo.
"Mr. McCalister, anything wrong? Is the
