Miles met her gaze steadily, his arms crossing over his chest.
"Watch me," he shot back, his voice flat and final.
Victoria turned to stare at Hailey with an expression that could have melted steel, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
The betrayal she felt was written clearly across her face.
In her mind, Hailey had gone from being a useful employee to being a threat, someone who had conspired with Miles to steal her role.
"This isn't over," Victoria said, her voice shaking. "Not by a long shot, Miles. You'll regret this."
Without saying a word, Victoria turned on her heel and stormed out of the studio, her exit lacking the graceful confidence she had displayed just moments before.
The sound of her high heels clicking against the concrete floor echoed through the sudden silence.
Hailey watched her go with a mixture of guilt and terror.
She hadn't asked for this confrontation, hadn't wanted to be used as a weapon in Miles's fight with Victoria.
