LOGAN
I opened my desk drawer and pulled out a file, I was carefully flipping through the pages when I sighted her picture.
I stopped, my fingers trembling slightly as my gaze went soft, I stared slightly with depression filling my whole body.
“Are you still alive? It’s been a long time. I wish I could find you” I muttered and the door flung open suddenly, making me throw the book back into the drawer.
I composed myself, the softness in my eyes getting replaced by a calm coldness. I looked up and to my dismay it was Theodore.
“Theodore, when would you understand what privacy means? Can’t you knock before barging into someone’s office?” I demanded with displeasure and he sneered.
“I’ll learn privacy when you get yourself a girlfriend. Why should I knock when you have nothing to hide?
