Lynn's POV
The conference room falls silent after Jennifer's challenge, every eye turning toward Logan like he's supposed to rescue me. My chest tightens with anticipation mixed with dread. Part of me wants him to say something, anything, to shut down this unprofessional attack.
But Logan just stands, walks to the coffee station with deliberate casualness, and pours himself a cup. Then he pulls out his phone, scrolling through it like Jennifer's accusation isn't hanging in the air like poison gas.
The disappointment hits harder than it should. 'Of course. He's keeping his distance. Playing it safe.'
I force my spine straighter, channeling every ounce of professional ice I possess. "Actually, Jennifer, if you'd taken the time to review the appendix materials before questioning my method
