Victoria had played her game carefully, weaving her revenge with precision, but all carefully laid plans had one fatal flaw, the moment you think you’re in control is the moment you start losing it, and Victoria had just hit that moment.
Victoria sat in the dimly lit café, fingers tapping against the ceramic cup in front of her. Across from her, Greg leaned back in his chair, looking more impatient than ever.
“We need to move now,” Greg muttered. “If we wait any longer, Marshall’s going to figure it out.”
Victoria smirked. “Let him. It won’t matter.”
Greg scowled. “You’re getting cocky.”
Victoria only tilted her head, amused. “No, I’m winning.”
She slid a thick envelope across the table. Inside were the documents Greg had been waiting for, the falsified reports, fabricated patient co
