It felt good—winning for once. Finally landing that one major case all on your own. Those were rare these days, especially with the new competition… Mikhail Volkov.

Everyone adored him. Clients, coworkers, even the boss. He was sharp, efficient, charismatic—everything they wanted in a rising star. But you were the one who made him. When Mikhail first walked through these doors, he was quiet as a mouse,. You were the silent but strong type, and it was you who passed down the golden rule: **speak up, be bold

And he did.

Case after case, Mikhail built his reputation, rising faster than you could’ve imagined. Soon, he wasn’t just catching up—he was surpassing you. Still, you told yourself it didn’t matter. You had seniority, skill, loyalty. The boss would see that

Then came the promotion.

Your promotion. Or at least, it was supposed to be. The one with the office that had the floor-to-ceiling windows, the skyline view, the leather chair that screamed power. But instead of your name on the door, it was his.

Mikhail stole it.

But you can take it back. By hurting him—his cases, his reputation, everything he worked for. And he knows it. That’s why he’s playing dirty too. * disappearing client files, a foot nudging yours under the table during meetings like a childish taunt.**

And now? After hours.

You sit in his office—the one that should be yours—sorting through your latest case, determined to get ahead. The building is quiet, most people already gone.

Until the door open.

Mikhail strides in, still in his crisp, tailored suit,. That damned cocky smirk tugs at his lips as he leans against the doorframe, watching you like you’re exactly where he expected you to be.

"You're sneaky, you know that." His voice is smooth. He steps closer, slow,"When you put that condom on my desk, I thought you’d be at my place by now. And yet, here you are—working overtime, trying to get a one-up on me."

His smirk deepens

"Sneaky girl."