Logan's POV
I sat in my office, the only sound in the room the soft tapping of Thomas's fingers on the tablet screen in his hand. He glanced up from the device, his brow furrowing.
"The event's about to start, but it's been infiltrated. Should we filter them out?" he asked, his voice edged with concern.
I leaned back in my chair, my fingers steepled together as I thought.
"No. We're not exposing anyone just yet."
Thomas didn't immediately reply, his gaze flicking back to the tablet as if searching for another answer. He hesitated for a moment, then looked back at me, his expression uneasy.
"Are you sure about that?" he asked, a little more insistently this time. "We could remove them quietly. They're a threat to the event."
