She lifted her gaze.
Clear eyes. Direct. Sharp—but warm enough to suggest she didn’t view him as a nuisance. She simply waited. Like someone accustomed to being approached, evaluated, underestimated.
“Evening,” Logan began, his tone friendly yet steady. “Didn’t mean to interrupt. I’m Logan West.”
A subtle smile touched her lips. Calm. Controlled.
“Good evening.”
She didn’t rush to fill silence. Didn’t scramble to impress. Didn’t shrink beneath his presence.
Interesting.
Logan nodded to the stacked documents in front of her.
“Looks like heavy reading. Operations stuff?”
“Something like that,” she replied smoothly.
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