Logan’s POV 

Even with every effort I put into the company, things have always remained the same way–stagnant, unproductive, and overwhelming.

Wearing my shirt, I buttoned my cufflink and wore a pair of shoes. My dad had invited me over so he could have a discussion with me.

Vivian walked in, her arms folded. “Where are you going, Logan?”

“I told you yesterday, didn’t I? Dad invited me over. We have something important to discuss ..” 

I replied.

“Why aren’t you eating?” She asked, shifting her gaze to the stack of pancakes on the table.

“I’m not hungry. I’ll be taking my leave now, Vivian.” I replied, grabbing my bag...