Logan's POV
I watch Lynn walk away, her words echoing in my head like accusations. 'My business is my business. Stay out of it.'
The pain in her voice cuts deeper than it should.
I replay the conference room scene in my mind. When Jennifer first attacked Lynn's analysis, every protective instinct had screamed at me to shut it down. I'd actually started to stand, muscles tensing for intervention.
But then I'd noticed the looks—every associate watching me with speculation, Jennifer's smirk suggesting she'd orchestrated this whole thing to see how I'd react, and Richardson's sharp gaze carrying a clear warning.
'Keep your distance. Don't expose the connection.'
So I'd forced myself to sit back down, grabbed coffee to mask the awkward half-rise, and immediately pulled out my phone to tex
