Francisco took a deep breath, then stepped toward Hazel with slow, deliberate movements. His voice, low and laced with intensity, broke the silence.

"How dare you talk about resigning?"

Hazel tensed under his gaze, her breath catching in her throat. She paused, then spoke carefully.

"Mr. Francisco… I’m afraid of rumors. It could damage our image. I hope you understand what I mean."

She clutched the hem of her nightie, struggling to keep her composure. Her voice trembled, but her eyes ...