Emma's POV

Scarlett, with a triumphant smile, patted my shoulder. "You don't have to panic too much, Emma. President Logan isn't the type of person who would misunderstand your good intentions. You know he's a polite and professional person."

I smiled faintly, though I wasn't entirely sure. The thought of Logan, of how calm and collected he always seemed, made me wonder if this dinner invitation would trigger a more difficult conversation than a simple thank you. Especially after the strange incident with Joseph, which, unbeknownst to me, seemed to involve Logan in ways I couldn't quite comprehend.

"My mind is full, Scarlett," I finally answered honestly. "Not just about...