Chapter 90

Logan held out his hand as we walked into the company. “Hold my hand,” he said softly. I looked at him and shook my head with a small smile. “We’re at work.” “So?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t want people staring. We’re already being watched,” I whispered. He sighed but nodded, slipping his hand back into his pocket. “Alright. But I’ll hold it later.” I gave him a look. “You always say that.” He smirked. “And I always do.” We walked into the building together. People greeted Logan as we passed. Some smiled at me. Others just stared too long. I wasn’t used to this. Logan’s office was at the very top. It was big, but what I liked most was the little cubicle he had set up for me beside it. Not too fancy, but private. Cozy. Just for me. I placed my bag on the small table, turned on the tablet, and started sketching. Then, the door opened. A woman walked in. She had shoulder-length black hair and wore a sharp white blouse tucked into a pencil skirt. Her heels clicked softly agains