VICTORIA POV
That night when Jordan cuddled with me in bed, I smiled in the dark. “Let him rave about her IQ,” I thought. Before long, she will look foolish with me still in his arms. The office was bustling like any other day as Elle walked past me with a neat stack of documents in her hand.
The stack must have been at least a hundred pages. I managed to force a smile. But my fists clenched behind my back. “Perfect little miss professional,” I hissed under my breath. I had initiated my plan. I tampered with one of her files the previous night. I have swapped a page from her financial report which she was trying so hard on. Nothing obvious—just a slight miscalculation.
When Jordan finally asked for the morning briefing, she walked in confidently, her high heels clattering on the floo
