Salome’s POV
“You actually think sitting in my chair makes you the owner of this office, Portia?”
I leaned against the doorframe, watching her preen. She looked like a child playing dress-up in her mother’s heels — smug, satisfied, and it didn’t reach her eyes.
“Tell me,” I said, my voice dropping cold. “What’s the biggest win for you here? Finally winning a round of Silver Moon Toss after I stopped trying? Scavenging the man I threw away? Or is it just the job — the position I decided I didn’t want anymore?”
Her smile strained at the corners. I walked toward the desk, steps measured.
“We are not the same, Portia. You spent your life chasing my shadow, and now that you have it, you think you know me. You don’t.” I stopped inches from the desk. “You and Barnabas deserve each other. Kee
