Viola tilted her head, a slow grin creeping across her face as she leaned against the wall, arms folded under her chest. "So that's your grand plan, huh? Fudging my stats just to push me into Ethan's lap?"
Xavier ended the call with a simple, "Do it," before his gaze slid back to her. "You heard that?"
"Hard not to when you're saying my name in front of me," Viola said, pushing off the wall and sauntering closer. "Manipulating the records, twisting the system… all so poor little me can get a fat paycheck from a spoiled rich brat. You really know how to flatter a girl."
"It's not flattery. It's leverage. If Ethan thinks you're one of the best, he'll hire you without question. Once you're close, we get a direct line into whatever game he's playing. I will also get my money back, and then Ethan would truly lose everything."
