That Friday, I was running around the conference room with my clipboard, checking with the caterers and decorators to make sure everything was perfect for Logan’s welcome ceremony, which was set to start in…
I checked my watch. Ten minutes.
“This is in God’s hands now,” I said to myself, walking to my desk to drop my clipboard and pick up my purse.
I walked quickly to the bathroom to check my hair and makeup. Logan’s secretary had to look just as good as the rest of the ceremony. I touched up my lipstick and decided that I looked pretty decent for someone that had spent the bulk of the day running around the office and barking orders at everyone involved in the ceremony.
I returned to the conference room, giving it one more look-over.
“Looks gre
