Frustration. That was the only thing on Logan's mind. He could have tied up a high-profit business if only one of his stupid employees hadn't screwed up.

Logan punched the punching bag hard, his burly body already covered in sweat. After coming home from work he had taken off his suit and had been punching the punching bag non-stop, channeling his frustration, even ignoring his slightly sore shoulder.

His face was flat, expressionless, though his mind and heart were in complete turmoil right now.

"Fuck!" Logan hit the punching bag so hard that his right shoulder was hurting now.

He hated things not going his way, and he hated his current condition, and his shoulder injury was making him feel even worse right now.