C22 Glass

LOGAN

He sat in his office for a long time after he left her.

Not working. He had a call at three he let go to voicemail. A contract on his desk he didn't open. He sat with his elbows on the armrests and his fingers steepled and he looked at the city outside the window and thought about the way she'd looked at him when she stood up from her desk.

Steady. Clear-eyed