Everyone thought we hated each other. And maybe that was part of the thrill. In the office, Ava was relentless—sharp-tongued, brilliant, and ruthless when it came to cutting down my ideas during meetings. Her clipped responses, those perfectly arched brows raised in mock disdain, the way she’d lean back in her chair and let the silence linger just to make me squirm. It drove me insane. And she knew