Chapter 39 Nat's Got A Brand New Bag (And Man)

• That night I laid in my bed, my hand grasping the memory stick that held the blackmail evidence. I had to get this to Logan by tomorrow somehow.
• I held the stick in front of me and spun it like a fidget spinner. If Logan wasn’t going to let me tell him my side, I would have to trick him into hearing it.
• I sat up. I had to make a presentation, I decided. I didn’t know if it would work, but I had to do something productive or I would lose my mind. I grabbed my laptop from my desk and popped the memory stick in when it powered up.