Chapter 268: The Cell
LOGAN
The room was a small space, probably around eight feet by ten feet, give or take. I had spent thirty-four years in rooms designed to impress people in order to support me on my ideas and make my company bloom, I had stood in boardrooms with views, gone to restaurants with reservations months out, and I lived in an estate with floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking a skyline I'd once believed I owned simply by virtue of standing above it.
This room had a metal bench bolted to the wall and a light that didn't turn off.
I had been sober for six hours by the time anyone left me alone long enough to actually sit with it.
This was new. I want to be precise about that, even now, because being left alone in here, there was no performance to give and no one watching who
