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Bailey,

I hope this email finds you well.

We have amandatory meetingthis afternoon at 2:00 PM. The meeting will take place in my office.

Please ensure you are on time.

Best,

Richard Atwood

CEO, Prestige Corp.

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I can't help but connect the dots, and they all lead back to one place—Logan. Could he already have wreaked havoc in the few hours he's been here?

I can practically feel my carefully curated work life crumbling around me. Logan Atwood, the billionaire playboy, is about to become the architect of my downfall.

2

LOGAN

My father's office is on the top floor, and I take the elevator up with raging impatience.

Pent-up frustration surges through me. My jaw clenches as I imagine him, sitting at his desk, knowing that once again, he manipulated the chess pieces of my life for his selfish desires.

The ding of the elevator echoes in the empty lobby as I storm through the black steel doors.

"Really, Dad? You bought the entire company just to fire me?"

He looks up from his desk, surprise flashing across his face before it morphs into a cold expression.

"Logan, son, you need to understand—"

"No, you have to understand." I slam my palm on his mahogany desk. "This isn’t a fucking game, Dad. These are people's livelihoods, their dreams. And this is my life. I'm not just a pawn in your grand plan for me."

He leans back in his chair. "Logan, I did it for you. I want you to succeed, but not like this, not wasting your potential in some start-up."

"I was building something, Dad. On my own." My hands ball into fists at my sides, the white of my knuckles stark against my tanned skin. "And you took it away... like you always do."

"I want what's best for you."

He tries to sound remorseful, but it's too late. The damage is done.

"And what if what’s best for me is not what you want for me, Dad?"

Heat rises in my chest, anger fueled by the control he’s had over my life. This anger, it's not about him buying the company or the job, it's about respect, freedom, and the right to make my own damn choices. It's about him understanding that I am not an extension of his legacy, but a man who wants to make his own.

After a moment of silence, I throw him a stiff nod. "I'll work at Prestige Corp. But on my terms." I hold up a finger. "First, no special treatment. No fast-tracking my progress."

"You sure you can handle that, Logan? It might be... humbling."

The corner of my mouth twitches. "I can handle it,Dad.It'll give you a break from treating me like a child."

His eyebrows raise, intrigued. "And the second condition?”

I lean in, my voice low and steady. “Let me pursue my own projects. I will make my own way, regardless of whether it aligns with your vision."

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