Suddenly LOGAN appeared out of nowhere with one great purpose, to ruin my day if it was not obvious. Was this geezer born to ruin my every day? I thought they were wealthy, so why can't he mind his own business then? Logan approached me with his familiar sharp gaze. His stares were so piercing, like an eagle spotting its next victim.

"I have something for you to do," he said sternly.

I haven't even finished my work here yet. His gaze intensified as if he wanted to stab me with his eyes right now.

"I said I have something for you to do, quite hard to comprehend?" he insulted...