"You really think you're untouchable, don't you?"
Aria stopped mid-step, turning slowly to face the man who stood leaning against the polished walls of the office corridor, his arms crossed and an arrogant smirk playing on his lips. It was Victor—one of Dante's most ambitious rivals, his gaze cold as he looked her up and down.
"Excuse me?" Aria replied, her voice steady, her expression carefully controlled despite the chill his presence sent through her.
Victor stepped closer, his tone dropping to a whisper as he circled her, assessing her with a thinly veiled malice. "You think cozying up to Dante gives you any power here? Let me assure you, Miss Callahan, your little games will only get you so far."
Aria clenched her fists but didn't flinch. She met his gaze directly, her voice sharp as she replied, "If you have something to say, Victor, say it. Otherwise, stay out of my way."
