#Chapter 8: Least of Worries

Ella The frosted glass door to Mr. Henderson’s office opened, revealing the man himself. Upon seeing Logan, I felt Ema’s restlessness inside of me. His scent overwhelmed the both of us, instinct urging us to overreact and move closer to him. But I felt her suppress it. She was just as displeased with him as I was. Mr. Henderson looked jovial and appeared to be in the midst of a spirited discussion with Logan. However, as I stood in the doorway and looked back and forth between the two men, I could sense a shift in the dynamic. Behind Mr. Henderson’s pleasant exterior, his eyebrows were knit tightly together and his eyes flashed with anxiety. “Ella,” he began, his voice tight. “Can I have a word?” Logan reclined comfortably on the plush couch, looking surprisingly unperturbed by the tension in the room. “Should I leave?” he asked. “No, no, you stay here,” Mr. Henderson replied, flashing a bright smile. Mr. Henderson ushered me into a smaller adjacent conferenc