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 her footing. I walked toward the desk, my steps measured and heavy.“We are not the same, Portia. You have spent your life trying to catch my shadow, and now that you have it, you think you have me figured
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