Sylvia's POV
The next morning, I skipped the office.
Instead, I drove straight to Frostfang territory with one goal in mind: put Selene in her place.
I'd let her get away with too much for too long—snide comments, false smiles, public shade disguised as "concern." But last night at the gala? That crossed a line.
She didn't just try to embarrass me—she tried to sabotage a deal I spent months building.
And I wasn't about to pretend it didn't happen.
The security footage was already on my phone. I'd clipped the exact moment she tried to derail me with that little "Oh, I didn't think you had the experience for this level of deal" line—right in front of the European reps.
Cute.
Now she could explain that to my face.
When I arrived at the main house, I found my mothe
