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"There's more to life than just fun, Logan."
He raises his eyebrows, chuckling as he pushes off the window, walking towards me. "You're right, there is. There's also passion, excitement, risk... When was the last time you did something just for the thrill of it?"
I glare at him, trying my best to ignore the way his shirt stretches over his broad shoulders. "I don't see how that's any of your business."
He laughs again. "That's what I thought." He walks towards the door, pausing before he leaves. "Bailey," he says, looking back at me, "Loosen up a little. Who knows, you might even enjoy it."
I open my mouth to snap back, my mind wrestling to find the perfect comeback that will wipe that smug smile off his face. But I am silenced by an odd and irritating feeling gnawing at the back of my mind. A tiny voice.
Is he right?
No, he's trying to get under my skin.
As he leaves, he calls over his shoulder, "See you tomorrow. Bright and early."
As the door closes behind Logan, I release the breath I had been holding.
"Loosen up?" I whisper under my breath.
As if I haven’t spent years building an impenetrable shield of self-discipline and focus. I trace the edge of my desk, as solid and real as the boundaries I've set for myself.
Jerk.
He’s lived a life of privilege, cushioned from the harshness of the real world.
What the fuck does he know?
The screen of my computer flickers to life. I don’t have time for distractions, particularly one as ridiculous as Logan Atwood. Yet, somewhere, deep within the corners of my mind, a small voice whispers to me.
Hmmm.
What would it be like to break the rules?
I wonder if anything lies on the other side of the meticulous boundaries that I’ve created for myself?
Would the world crumble? Would I?
I kill the thought, silencing my inner rebel. There’s no room for childish fantasies.
Forget him.
As I open my inbox, I scroll through and immediately, my eyes land on a line that spells trouble.
The sender? My boss.
The subject line? "URGENT: Mandatory Meeting This Afternoon."
Fuck.
I open the email, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
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From:[email protected]
Subject:URGENT: Mandatory Meeting This Afternoon
