Lyra(Mia's) POV
How could my morning keep getting worse by the minute? Why was the universe trying to frustrate all my efforts? What was my offense?
I grabbed the documents from Logan and inspected them. Only a section seemed to have been dampened by the sweat. I was still thinking of what to say when asked about my paper being roughed up. Now it was wet.
I didn't have an excuse. But I had to think of a solution.
I wanted to break down in tears. This was too much. But I didn't have time for tears. It was in no way going to help my situation. I wasn't going to meet a man who could be appealed to with emotions. I was trying to meet a stone-hearted perfectionist, and I could already see myself failing.
“How can I help you?” Logan asked.
“Please put down my window. I'm just going t
