Chapter Ten - The Stand-Off

As if summoned by her thoughts, Logan's voice drifted from across the office. "Ah, I see you've received the good news, Deonna." She looked up to find him leaning against her cubicle wall, a smirk playing on his lips. The pieces clicked into place, and Deonna's eyes narrowed. "This was your doing, wasn't it?" she asked, her voice low and controlled. Logan's smirk widened. "Now, now, Deonna. Is that any way to thank me for this fantastic opportunity? You should be grateful." Deonna stood, her chair rolling back with the sudden movement. "Grateful? For being uprooted and sent to a city where I know no one? For a job I didn't ask for?" "Oh, come on," Logan drawled. "New York, the big city, a corner office... isn't that what everyone dreams of?" "Not everyone," Deonna retorted. "Some of us are happy where we are." Logan's eyes glinted with amusement. "Well, I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice. Unless, of course, you'd prefer to resign?" Deonna clenched her fists, her nails d