#Chapter 33: Sound Counsel

Ella The door to the conference room had clicked shut behind us, muffling the sounds of hushed discussions from inside. The empty stairwell that we found ourselves in was silent, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Logan’s blue eyes met mine, his expression unreadable. But I could feel the simmering tension in the air, thick enough to cut with a knife. “Why are you acting like this?” I demanded, my voice shaking with anger and disbelief. He blinked in surprise. “Acting like what?” “Like some...some greedy, opportunistic landlord! Just grabbing the first offer they throw at you because it’s in cash, without a thought to the illegal dealings behind it. That’s not the Logan you said you wanted to be.” He exhaled deeply, rubbing his temples. “Ella, I’m going to handle the illegal side of things,” he said matter-of-factly. “But not by doing the most blatantly stupid thing—rejecting rent from a tenant who’s willing to pay. That’s just bad business.” I