VALE’S POV

Three weeks ago I, Sienna Vale poached my biggest account with a smile and a perfectly timed bottle of scotch for the client. I have been waiting for an excuse to make Julian Kane, a co senior accountant at the firm where I work bleed for it. Tonight the quarterly numbers gave her one.

“You think you’re so fucking superior? Prove it. Right now.”

The words left my mouth like a whip crack. Julian and I were already too close—chests almost brushing, the argument over the Q3 numbers somehow twisted into every old grudge we’d been collecting for two years. His dark eyes flashed with the same fury...