Salome’s POV
“You actually think sitting in my chair makes you the owner of this office, Portia?”
I leaned against the doorframe, my gaze tracing the way she preened. She looked ridiculous, like a child playing dress-up in her mother’s heels. A smug, self-satisfied curve pulled at her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“Tell me,” I said, my voice dropping to a cool, dangerous level. “What part of this is the biggest victory for you? Is it the fact that you finally won a round of Silver Moon Toss after I stopped trying? Or is it that you managed to scavenge the man I threw away? Maybe it is just the job. You finally got the position I decided I didn’t want anymore.”
The smugness flickered. Her smile didn’t disappear, but it strained at the corners. I didn't give her a chance to find he
