#Chapter 99: Olive Branches

Ella The light filtered into the offices as I walked into the open floor plan, and I felt like I was walking into a den of wolves. My coworkers had that shifty, guilty look on their faces that I had become all too familiar with recently. I already knew why. From the corners of my eyes, I noticed heads quickly swivel back to their desks, computer screens blinking to life as if they had been hard at work all along. But the reality was all too clear: they had been watching. The entire office, it seemed, had been huddled around the window, trying to catch a glimpse of my conversation with Logan. A weight settled in my stomach. This had been precisely what I had hoped to avoid. It wasn’t just the topic of whispers; I had become the spectacle of the morning. Hell, I had become the spectacle of the year. I had had enough. “Really?” I said, unable to keep the irritation out of my voice. I planted my hands on my hips, trying to convey both authority and exasperation. “Yo