LOGAN'S POV
Arriving at the office, a mix of fatigue and anger weighed me down. Amidst the morning hustle and bustle, my eyes fell upon Vivian, frantically trying to compose herself. A wave of concern washed over me, prompting me to investigate the cause of her distress.
Approaching her office, her startled expression begged questions. What could have rattled her so early in the day? Was she in some sort of trouble?
"Good morning, sir!" she greeted, though her actions betrayed her underlying unease.
"How are you doing, Vivian?" I inquired.
"Very well, sir," she replied, her trembling hands revealing the truth behind her words.
"You're not fine, Vivian," I pressed, determined to get to the bottom of her turmoil. However, she remained resolute in her insistence that all was well. Reluctantly, I accepted her response and was about to depart when a sudden craving for morning coffee crossed my mind.
