Logan stormed toward Hazal, his usually calm face twisted in fury. His eyes, dark and piercing, seemed to burn into her as he leaned in, his voice a low, venomous hiss. "Who the hell do you think you are, Hazal?" His voice cut through the murmurs of people passing by, causing a few heads to turn. "A lowlife like you… working as my guard? Was it all just a cover to sell photos of me?" He took another step forward, a sneer stretching across his face. "Those photos plastered all over the internet, those are yours, aren't they?"
Hazal took a shaky step back, clutching her hands tightly to keep from trembling. She opened her mouth, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're mistaken… I… I didn't, this is unfair!"
"Unfair?" Logan scoffed, crossing his arms as he glared down at her. "How dare you lie to my face, Hazal?" He pointed a finger at her, the accusation hanging heavy between them. "I saw you with your camera earlier. I even humiliated myself, kissing a girl I couldn't care less about, just to catch you in the act. And now you're going to stand here and deny it?"
Hazal's heart raced, her mind scrambling for words as she met his gaze. She couldn't believe this was happening. "I… I would never do that, Mr. Logan. If there are pictures, they must have come from the paparazzi…"
"Do you think I'm an idiot?" Logan snapped, cutting her off. "How dare you stand there and lie to me?"
Suddenly, he struck her with a swift backhand across the face. Hazal stumbled, her vision blurring as she fell to the ground. Around them, bystanders gasped, some instinctively pulling out their phones to capture the scene. Murmurs rippled through the crowd: "Did you see that? Has he lost his mind?"
…
"Keep filming!" Logan shouted, his voice laced with sarcasm as he glared at a man holding up his phone. "What, you want to make a quick buck, too? Go on, take your shots, post them, for all I care!" He took a step toward the man, his fists clenched, face twisted with rage. "Say something else, I dare you."
The man lowered his phone, his expression turning from shock to disgust. "You're a real piece of work," he muttered under his breath, but loud enough for Logan to hear. "A rich jerk throwing his weight around."
"Excuse me?" Logan growled, his eyes flashing. He lunged toward the man, his bodyguard's voice echoing behind him as they struggled to clear a path through the crowd. "Get out of the way! No filming!"
But the crowd was too large, too captivated by the unfolding drama to disperse. Some continued to record, their phones capturing every movement, every sneer, every threat.
..,
Hazal lay on the ground, her cheek throbbing from the blow. She could still feel the sting, not only of the slap but of the humiliation that came with it. Her head swam as she slowly sat up, pressing her hand to her burning skin. Around her, people whispered, some pointing, others still recording. The shame and pain mingled, heavy and suffocating. She had never felt so powerless, so small.
As she reached for her wristwatch camera, the last piece of evidence that could prove her innocence, a stranger's hand reached down, grabbing it before she could. She looked up to see a man, his face a blank mask, pocketing the camera as he muttered, "Let's discuss this later. Where's Mr. Logan?"
The man turned, dismissing her entirely, and walked away, leaving her alone and humiliated. Hazal swallowed, struggling to hold back tears as the guards stared at her with contempt.
…
Once Logan settled into his seat on the private plane, he felt a surge of relief wash over him. Finally, he was free. Free from the prying eyes, the endless scrutiny, and, for a while, from the pressures of the company. He leaned back, closing his eyes, imagining a life unbound from the expectations of his family, his reputation, and his obligations.
His phone buzzed, snapping him back. He answered, hearing Peter's voice on the other end, tense and questioning. "Where are you, Mr. Logan? I've been looking everywhere!"
"Relax, Peter," Logan replied with a smug tone, glancing out at the clouds below. "I'm somewhere far away, looking at white clouds. I think I prefer them over the crowded streets and… tiresome people."
Peter's voice grew more serious. "Mr. Logan, if the chairman hears about this, about you skipping out on the Driverless Car presentation…."
Logan laughed bitterly. "And why shouldn't he? Let them post the videos. Let them label me the biggest jerk in the business. I'd rather bear that title than face another day chained to a boardroom table."
…
Later, Hazal handed the broken camera watch to Sara, her face a mask of guilt and sorrow. "I can't pay for it now… I've lost my job. I've lost everything."
Sara's expression softened, guilt flashing in her eyes as she took the watch. "Hazal, what will you do now? I feel terrible. This happened because of me…."
Hazal shook her head. "No, don't feel that way. I made my choices. I let myself be tempted by the extra cash, and now I'm paying for it." See you later, I will get to go now. Wait up let's talk a little but Hazel was already gone.
Sara bit her lip, glancing away as she answered a call from Logan. "No, Mr. Logan," she said quietly, glancing at Hazal from the corner of her eye. "She doesn't know a thing…"
Hazal finds herself alone after the confrontation, struggling with the sudden loss of her job and reputation. This scene will emphasize her sense of betrayal, confusion, and resolve to uncover the truth.
Hazal walked aimlessly through the streets, her mind clouded with the events of the day. She couldn't shake Logan's furious expression from her mind, the contempt in his eyes, the sharp sting of his slap. She knew Logan had always been difficult, a man used to getting his way, but she'd never imagined he could go this far.
Her hand went instinctively to her cheek, which still throbbed from the impact. How had everything gone so wrong? She'd spent months working for the company, putting her life on the line to protect him. She'd been diligent, professional, and loyal—qualities she thought mattered. And yet, it all fell apart in an instant.
"Maybe I was naive," she whispered to herself, pulling her coat tighter against the cold evening breeze. She had no proof, no allies. All she had were fragments of suspicion and a sense of betrayal that gnawed at her. Hazal's thoughts drifted to Sara. Could her friend have been a part of this? No… that didn't seem possible. Sara had always been supportive, hadn't she?
But the nagging doubt lingered, pulling her mind in circles. She couldn't let this end here. If there was any truth to Logan's accusations, she needed to uncover it. If someone had set her up, she needed to find out who and why. Hazal made a silent vow to herself: she would clear her name, no matter what it took.