Fate's Bitch

"No," Logan said. "But it's not a bad idea." He showed her the area behind the reception desk, where two desks were facing each other. Both had computers and the usual office supplies, but one was covered with assorted papers and books and the other was bare. "My desk," he said, pointing at the messy one, "and your desk." He pointed to the other. "Angel's office is through that door and the weapons cabinet is over there," he said, pointing to each respectively.