Chapter Nine - Cracks in the Professional Façade

"You might be the boss's son," Deonna pressed on, "but that doesn't give you the right to treat people like dirt. I've worked hard to get where I am, and I won't let you destroy that out of some misguided sense of entitlement." Logan's face had gone from surprised to angry, a flush creeping up his neck. He opened his mouth to retort, but Deonna cut him off. "I don't want to hear your excuses or your denials," she said, her voice low and intense. "I want you to sign that document, right now, and then I want you to leave me alone. No more 'accidents,' no more sabotage, no more mind games. I'm done playing your twisted version of office politics." For a long moment, there was silence. The tension in the room was palpable as everyone waited to see how Logan would respond. Deonna stood her ground, her heart pounding but her gaze unwavering. Then, to everyone's surprise, Logan's lips curled into a smirk. Without a word, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a folded document -