JUSTIN'S POV
"I can," I interrupted, the words a guillotine blade. "Your contract has clauses pertaining to notice periods and the handling of proprietary information mid-project. Your work on the Atherton file is integral. Your resignation, effective immediately, is a dereliction of duty."
It was a legalistic fiction, a cage built of fine print and corporate power. We both knew it. But I held the keys.
"I… I can complete a handover document. I have all my notes," she countered, her voice tighter now, a thread of frustration woven through the professionalism.
"Insufficient." I picked up the copy of her presentation that Eleanor had given me. This was my moment. This was where I would dismantle her. "This. This is what I'm talking about." I tossed the bound document onto the table betw
