Chapter Eighteen - The Desperate Confrontation
Throughout the evening, Deonna was a whirlwind of activity, putting out fires and averting potential disasters at every turn. She smiled through gritted teeth, projecting an aura of calm control even as she inwardly seethed at Logan's machinations.
By some miracle, the gala managed to limp to a conclusion without any major catastrophes. As the last guests departed, Deonna allowed herself a moment of relief. She had done it. Despite Logan's best efforts, she had salvaged the event from the brink of disaster.
But her sense of accomplishment was short-lived. As she stood in the now-empty hall, exhausted and emotionally drained, Logan approached her.
"Quite an... interesting event, Ms. Vernetti," he said, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "You certainly kept everyone on their toes."
Deonna met his gaze, her eyes blazing with barely contained fury. "I know what you did, Logan," she said, her voice low and dangerous.
Logan's smirk widened. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talki

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