#Chapter 117: We Need Proof

Somehow I made it through the day like normal. I felt like criminal, carrying around proof of my crimes in my pocket. But otherwise, I moved on autopilot, completing my tasks, answering Logan’s calls. If Logan noticed, he didn’t say anything. He seemed to be ultra-professional now, more than before. Though that could have been simply because he was so busy. The Office Supply client was one of the company’s biggest sources of revenue. If something was going on there, it would require all of his attention. By the end of the day, I was exhausted. Logan must have been too. When I went to ask him if he needed anything more for today, he quickly waved me away. “Sleep well,” he said. “See you in the morning.” He didn’t look up from his work. Maybe at some other time, given the new romance between us, I might try to draw away his attention from work, even if just for a moment or a goodnight kiss. But right now, with the photo in my pocket, I was more eager to make my escape. “See