That night I laid in my bed, my hand grasping the memory stick that held the blackmail evidence. I had to get this to Logan by tomorrow somehow.
I held the stick in front of me and spun it like a fidget spinner. If Logan wasn’t going to let me tell him my side, I would have to trick him into hearing it.
I sat up. I had to make a presentation, I decided. I didn’t know if it would work, but I had to do something productive or I would lose my mind. I grabbed my laptop from my desk and popped the memory stick in when it powered up.
I opened the presentation creator and stared at the blank page. I just suddenly felt…exhausted. I was tired of trying to prove myself to Logan. I felt like that’s all I had been doing since he became CEO. I slammed my computer shut. Th
