Logan leaned back in his office chair, the city skyline behind him glowing like a kingdom ready to be claimed.
The door clicked shut as Henry stepped in, a file in hand.
"The PR directors and corporate liaisons are ready. One word from you, and Alex Adams becomes radioactive."
Logan's eyes narrowed as he stood and walked toward the window, watching the world that once mocked him now hang on his every move.
"It's not enough to destroy him in court," Logan said coldly. "I want the world to stop seeing him."
Henry nodded. "No interviews. No panel invitations. No private club memberships. The elite already smell the rot. We just need to give them a reason to run."
"Make the reason loud," Logan said. "Start with the fashion fundraiser next week. Drop subtle leaks to organizers… suggest Alex has pending legal trouble. Don't accuse. Just... cast doubt."
He turned, fire simmering in his eyes.
