Chapter 3
1044 Words
LOGAN'S P.O.V
I slowed the car at the corner of the street – far enough that Lexi wouldn't notice, close enough that I could still see the school gate from my rearview mirror.
She thought I'd already driven off. I let her think that.
Because today was her first real day of starting over... and I needed to make sure that she walks through those school gates without hesitation.
I watched her small figure move closer to the entrance, curls bouncing down her back. She adjusted her bag strap, took a quiet breath, and – like the brave i***t that she is- walked in with her chin up.
God, she looked stronger today. I'm so proud of her.
Her curly black-and-brown hair reached her lower back, swaying with each step. Her blue eyes... even from a distance, I knew they were shining bright. Her shoulders – usually tense - were relaxed for once.
She wasn't trembling.
She wasn't shrinking.
She was trying.
And that alone was enough to make my heart fill with pride and love.
But it also made something else spark inside me.
FEAR.
Because if she started shining again, boys would flock.
Girls would whisper.
People would stare.
And any boy stupid enough to touch her with dirty intentions –
I'll put him in a hospital bed. Simple.
I didn't care how overprotective it made me. I was there when her world shattered. I was the one holding her together when she couldn't breathe.
No one gets to hurt her again. Not on my watch.
I waited until she completely disappeared inside the school building... then finally pulled away from the curb.
My phone buzzed as I merged into traffic.
Dad: Big partnership meeting at noon. I'll be joining – don't let them eat you alive.
I snorted.
Of course he'd show up for something like this. He never interfered with the company unless a deal could change the country's economy.
Everyday operations? The staff. The departments. The decisions. The pressure.
Those were all mine.
He had already handed the entire company to me years ago – willingly, proudly. He trusted me with everything he built.
And he knew I was doing a damn good job running it.
Sometimes the board forgot that, but Dad didn't.
The company may have been his dream... but I was the one turning it into a global giant.
I switched lanes, speeding up into the clearer part of the highway. I got a lot of messages from my managers – project approvals, data reports, and questions only I could answer.
A normal day.
But my mind kept drifting back to Lexi.
Her curls bouncing behind her.
Her small smile.
The spark of excitement in her eyes that I hadn't seen in so long. The way she squared her shoulders even though I knew her heart was still fragile.
She was trying, pushing, struggling to become better.
And I would protect that progress with everything I had.
The car purred beneath me as the skyscraper with our company logo shining at the top came into view.
My building.
My responsibility.
My empire.
But as I parked my car in my reserved space at the parking lot, stepped out and adjusted the cuff of my suit, only one thing echoed in my mind:
If anyone dares threaten my sister's peace, I'll destroy them – quietly, cleanly and completely.
I'm a CEO after all.
I know how to eliminate problems.
***
The lobby fell silent immediately I stepped in. Not a whisper, not a shuffle, not a sound.
Even the hum of the elevators seemed to stop.
The staffs didn't just see me as their boss – they felt the weight of the empire I carried on my shoulders.
Eyes dropped to the floor, heads bowed, fingers froze over keyboards. Everywhere seemed to stand still.
I could hear shaky murmurs as they greeted me, careful to sound confident but looked overly terrified.
"Morning, sir." A junior manager muttered, barely above a breath.
"Morning." I responded in a voice low, cold, calm but firm – firm enough to send them scattering to their duties with nervous efficiency.
Walking past the glass walls, the subtle aura I carried wrapped the office like a shadowed cloak.
They all respected me.
They all feared me.
And they knew I'd destroy anyone who threatened my company – or my family.
Dad's office was on the top floor. He didn't need to be here for the daily grind; he only showed up for massive deals that could shift the entire market.
And today was one of those days.
"Logan." he called as I entered, voice warm but tinged with respect, "Everything ready for the meeting?"
"Everything." I replied with a smirk. "Projections, contracts and backup clauses. They won't see a loophole."
He leaned back in his chair, studying me with a smile. "You've done well. I'm proud."
I gave him a warm smile. "Thanks. Let's get them in and get it over with."
We made our way to the conference room and sat down.
After about five minutes, the conference room door opened, and the investors walked in, their faces sharp and calculating. They apologized for their lateness and the meeting commenced.
I led the meeting with precise, measured words, and eyes scanning every action.
Contacts were reviewed, questions answered, and risks mitigated.
Every statement was backed by data, strategy, and authority.
The air was thick and tension – driven.
By the time the meeting ended, the deal was sealed.
"That was a nice presentation, Mr. Logan. I look forward to our cooperation." One of the investors, Mr. Andrew, roughly around his mid – fifties, greeted me with a handshake.
"Thanks Mr. Andrew. Same here." I replied with a smile.
He nodded his head and I walked them to the door after receiving a lot of handshakes and encouragement from the other investors.
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Back in my office, I sank into my chair, reviewing papers that still demanded attention. Reports, contracts, projections – it never ended.
Dad, satisfied that the deal was finalized, stood.
"Don't stay too late Logan. Go home once the work's done."
"Sure Dad." I replied with a smile and watched him leave the office, before burying myself in my work.
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