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The tension inside Jabot reached a breaking point when Victor Newman settled comfortably behind Jack Abbott’s desk, as if the space had always belonged to him. His calm posture and deliberate stillness sent a chilling message—this was not a visit, but a takeover. Every photograph, every award lining the office walls now framed Victor’s quiet victory. Jabot, the company Jack built with decades of sweat and sacrifice, was no longer under Abbott control. Victor didn’t need to boast. His presence alone said everything.

That unsettling stillness shattered the moment Jack stormed into the office. Rage burned in his eyes as reality crystallized in front of him. Seeing Victor seated behind that desk was confirmation of his worst fears. This wasn’t a rumor or a looming threat anymore—it was done. Jack demanded answers, not because he lacked them, but because he needed to hear Victor say the words aloud. Years of rivalry, resentment, and unfinished battles crackled in the air between them.

Victor remained seated, unbothered, looking at Jack with the cold satisfaction of a man who had just delivered checkmate. With measured certainty, he explained that the takeover was complete, legal, and irreversible. There was no mockery in his tone—only finality. Then came the blow that changed everything. Victor calmly informed Jack that he was fired, effective immediately. No discussion. No acknowledgment of history. Just dismissal.

For Jack, the words struck deeper than any physical wound. This wasn’t merely about losing a job—it was about being stripped of his identity, legacy, and dignity in one devastating moment. Victor hadn’t just taken the company; he had humiliated Jack in the most personal way possible. Decades of restraint collapsed under the weight of that insult. Before logic or consequence could intervene, Jack reacted on pure instinct.

He lunged forward and punched Victor. The impact echoed through the office, louder than it should have been, as if the walls themselves recoiled. For a brief second, time froze. Two titans of Genoa City stood locked in raw, unfiltered violence, with no boardrooms or contracts to shield them. Jack surged again, his fury spilling out uncontrollably as furniture shifted, papers flew, and the once-polished office descended into chaos.

This was no ordinary fight—it was an eruption. The symbol of corporate power transformed into a battlefield. Victor, shaken but defiant, struggled to regain his balance while Jack’s rage threatened to consume everything. Years of hostility that had simmered beneath the surface were now physical, dangerous, and impossible to contain.

Diane Jenkins arrived at the doorway at the worst possible moment. She froze, horrified by the sight before her—Jack attacking Victor, the office in ruins, the line between rivalry and catastrophe erased. She had sensed things spiraling for weeks, but nothing could have prepared her for this level of violence. The weight of history, secrets, and unresolved betrayals crashed down all at once.

For Diane, the scene cut especially deep. This wasn’t just a business war gone wrong—it was the past she had tried to bury manifesting in brutal reality. Jack and Victor weren’t simply corporate enemies; they were men bound by bloodlines, betrayal, and shared history. A history Diane herself had complicated beyond repair. Watching them come to blows felt like witnessing every hidden truth finally explode.

Security rushed in, shouting orders and forcing themselves between the men. It took several guards to restrain Jack, who fought against them with near self-destructive desperation. Victor slowly straightened, the shock fading from his face and replaced by something colder and more dangerous. This wasn’t fear—it was calculation. Victor instantly understood what Jack had just handed him.

This wasn’t a private argument that could be smoothed over. It was a witnessed assault inside a corporate office, captured and impossible to erase. Legal consequences loomed. Public fallout was inevitable. And Victor, ever the strategist, recognized that Jack’s loss of control had given him an even greater advantage than the company itself.

As order was restored, Diane stood rooted in place, watching Victor’s icy satisfaction return—sharper now, fueled by opportunity. Jack’s anger had been human, even justified in his mind. But in Genoa City, emotion rarely wins wars. It loses them. The silence that followed was heavier than the violence, pressing down on everyone in the room.

Victor calmly adjusted his jacket, wiping his mouth with deliberate precision. The punch hadn’t weakened him—it had clarified the battlefield. He understood optics better than anyone. An enraged Jack Abbott attacking him inside Jabot headquarters wasn’t just an incident—it was leverage. Evidence. A narrative gift.

Victor didn’t need to threaten Jack. The implications spoke for themselves. Witnesses. Cameras. Documentation. Jack finally began to grasp the magnitude of what he had done. As security escorted him out, the humiliation cut deeper than any blow. Employees stared in stunned silence as the man who built the empire was led away, while the man who seized it remained behind the desk.

Outside, the reality sank in. What began as a corporate coup had detonated into a deeply personal war. Secrets, bloodlines, and buried truths now weaponized every move. Jack realized with bitter clarity that Victor wasn’t just his enemy—he was embedded in his life and legacy. And this confrontation hadn’t ended the conflict.

It had only exposed its most dangerous core.