Emma's POV
The usual conversation at the dinner table was absent. Only the sound of spoons and forks touching plates could be heard, and even then it was rare. No one dared to start a conversation with President Logan. The atmosphere was almost stifling.
President Logan looked at each of us, as if he was judging us, but none of us knew what he was thinking. His cold gaze was like a wall of ice that was hard to penetrate. Behind this table full of sumptuous food, there was a sense of fear that was hard to deny. We all knew who was sitting at the head of the table—someone with absolute power, who was said to be able to destroy a career with just one sentence. And in the midst of this luxury, none of us felt truly comfortable.
I tried to focus on my food, but President Logan's cold gaze st
