Under Logan's arrangement, I stepped into his company's towering headquarters for the first time. I did not want to come here as I was scared to draw while people judge me but Logan said that, "You are too perfect to be judged. My company would love to have you on board."
His words caused all the insecurities to vanish away and here I am, standing in his company.
The sleek marble floors and high glass walls made me feel small. Everything here gleamed, polished, perfect, intimidating. People in designer suits moved with purpose, tapping away at their tablets or holding quiet conversations near the elevators. And there I was, in my soft blue sweater and jeans, holding a tablet and a thermos shaped like a cartoon bear.
Logan smiled when he saw me from his office door. “Right on time.”
“I was early,” I admitted, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Your employees looked at me like I wandered into the wrong building.” I mean, I have been here in past as well. But they did not think of
