Logan sat back in the cab, a sense of satisfaction washing over him. He had successfully completed the first phase of his plan, securing screenshots of Davis's money transfer to Eleanor. All that remained was to send these crucial pieces of evidence to Kim, but for now, he needed to get to work to avoid further issues with his boss.As the cab pulled away from the curb, Eleanor wore a radiant smile, clearly elated by their lunch together. She seemed reluctant to part ways, but Logan knew he had to seize this moment to accomplish his mission.As they both headed out of the restaurant, Eleanor with a hint of sadness then muttered to Logan saying, "Logan, I had a wonderful time today. Thank you so much."Logan managed to force a smile replying her, "You're welcome, Eleanor. I did too. But I have to get to work before my boss decides to fire me."Eleanor, understanding his predicament, gave him a quick hug and thanked him once more for the day. Logan reciprocated the hug and then, with a

Eventually, Eleanor composed herself and managed a weak smile. She wiped away her tears and said, "Thank you, Logan. I appreciate your kindness."Logan smiled back, relieved to see Eleanor feeling a bit better. "Anytime, Eleanor. Remember, you have friends who care about you, myself included. If you ever need to talk or anything else, don't hesitate to reach out."Eleanor nodded, and they continued walking together towards her home. As Logan and Eleanor neared Crescent Street, Logan suddenly came to a halt, causing Eleanor to take a few steps ahead before realizing he had stopped. She turned back, a quizzical expression on her face, and asked, "Logan, why did you stop?"Logan met her gaze with a hint of regret in his eyes. "Eleanor, I'm sorry, but this is as far as I can go," he replied apologetically.Eleanor nodded, understanding his boundaries. She said, "No problem, Logan. I appreciate your help today. I'll continue from here."Logan had secretly hoped for a thank-you or some sig

As Logan continued to move through the crowd, the two men who had been following him pretended to engage in a casual conversation. Their actions were anything but inconspicuous, and Logan could sense their eyes on him. He knew they had recognized him and were following him with ominous intentions.A thought crossed Logan's mind, a brief temptation to confront them, to ask to see their boss and explain himself. But before he could act on it, they abruptly changed direction and started heading back to where they had come from. Logan wasn't buying it; something wasn't right.Panicking, he tried to blend into the growing crowd, his mind racing for an escape plan. He regretted ever coming here; being spotted by the bikers first had sealed his fate, making it unlikely that anyone of them would listen to his explanations.Desperation etched on his face, Logan finally managed to immerse himself in a dense throng of people. He felt a bit safer, but his heart still pounded with fear. His backpa

Logan slowly stirred, waking up to the soft reflection of sunlight filtering into his hospital room. He looked around, feeling considerably better than before, but something was amiss – Daniel wasn't there.Frowning, he tried to sit up and reach for the clock to check the time. Just as he was about to move, a nurse walked in, her presence overbearing his movements. She greeted him with a warm smile but then noticed his intent to rise."Easy there," she said gently. "You're not fully healed yet."Logan ignored her for a moment, his focus on finding the clock. He needed to know what time it was.The nurse, patient but slightly concerned, pointed to a wall clock above his head. "It's a little past noon, Mr. Logan."Satisfied with the answer, Logan finally addressed her question. "How long have I been here?"The nurse's gaze softened as she replied, "You've been here for two days, recovering."Logan's eyes widened as he processed the information. He couldn't afford to stay here any longer

Logan knew he had to distance himself from the chaos he had unwittingly caused. Panic coursed through his veins as he limped away from the wreckage, trying to put as much distance as possible between himself and the judgmental stares of the store's patrons. All eyes were on him, and it felt as if the weight of the entire store was bearing down upon him.His desperate retreat, however, was abruptly interrupted by a deep, authoritative voice calling out from behind. Logan turned, his heart sinking, as he faced some of the store's workers who had rushed to the scene.One of the employees, a burly man with a stern expression, pointed a accusing finger at Logan. "It was him," he declared, confirming Logan's identity to the growing crowd of witnesses. "He's the one who caused this mess!"The store's workers, all wearing matching uniforms, began to converge on Logan, their anger and frustration evident. They berated him for the destruction he had caused, their voices rising in unison like an