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Diane and Rogue stood in the middle of the living room, neither of them willing to budge an inch. Diane's fists were clenched at her side, her face a mask of anger and frustration. Rogue was the picture of cool indifference, but his eyes betrayed the same emotion that Diane was feeling - fear.

"You can't do this," Diane said, her voice trembling with emotion. "You can't manipulate Lisa like this. It's wrong."

"Oh, so now you're an expert on morality?" Rogue sneered. "Where were you when I agreed to help Roman and Adrianna in their plan to take over the company? It's not like you tried to stop...