Virginia sneered. "You don't get to lecture me. The bank just swept you out the door—what exactly do you have to be proud of?"
"This office is mine now!"
She dropped into my chair, and her eyes lit up.
"Wow, you really did help yourself. This chair's nicer than the one in President Fox's office. Looks like hand-stitched leather."
That actually reminded me. I'd bought that chair with my own money.
"Get up."
"Make me. You skimmed enough cash—be grateful the president didn't send you straight to jail. And now you want to walk off with the furniture too?"
I stared straight into her smug, clueless face and let my voice go cold.
"I paid for that chair myself."
When she didn't move, I closed my hand around her wrist and pressed down, keeping my expression perfectly still.
That startled her enough to stand, eyes wide.
Her mouth, though, kept going.
"Paid for it with money you stole from the bank! I've never met a woman as shameless as you!"
I'd lost count of how many times she'd called me a thief today. Even my patience had a limit, and she'd found it.
"Stealing?"
"Virginia, you were told on your very first day as an intern that there were no open positions. No path to a full-time offer."