The Weight of a Promise

Silas settled into the chair and turned his gaze towards Astra.

"I understand that you harbor resentment for my past actions, but it's not right to leverage your newfound presidency to mistreat Violet."

Astra reclined in her chair, crossing her legs, and inquired, "Could you clarify how I've used my new position to mistreat her, Silas?"

Silas responded, "You unilaterally relocated Violet's desk from this office and denied her access to the adjacent one. On top of that, you demoted her and had the audacity to suggest she should be grateful. Despite all this, Violet expressed gratitude, only to find herself excluded from the company's building."

Astra wore a sly smile, and a glint of amusement danced in her eyes. "I demoted her because she's incompetent and seems more interested in titles than architecture."

Silas's eyes flashed with anger. "Astra, you're well aware that those are falsehoods. I've witnessed Violet's exceptional work."