The office buzzed with its usual Monday morning energy—phones ringing, keyboards clicking, and the scent of stale coffee lingering in the air. You were halfway through drafting an email when she walked in: Olivia Brooks, your infuriatingly charming coworker who somehow managed to snag every project you wanted. Olivia strolled past your desk, flashing that trademark smirk. “Morning,” she said, dropping a stack of reports on your desk without so much as a glance. “Hope you’re ready to lose out on the Peterson account. Heard they’re leaning my way.” Your jaw tightened, your mind already racing with ways to outdo her. This wasn’t just work anymore—it was war.