At that moment, James walked up to Cora with eyes that burned like fire.
His lips were pulled back in a sneer, and his voice came low, strained, and bitter.
"You think you've won?" he said, taking a threatening step closer. "You think because you stood on that stage and ran your mouth in front of everyone because you somehow got the Victors to back you that makes you victorious?"
He gave a small, scoffing laugh.
"You turned against me, you acted so the Victors could turned against me. And now you're standing there… smug… thinking you've won?" Again he leaned forward slightly. "Let me tell you something."
However Cora's eyes didn't flinch. She just stood there calmly, arms loosely crossed, as if watching a tantrum from a stranger.
James didn't like that. Her calmness… it made his rage bubble hotter.
"I'm going to get this contract, Cora," he growled. "You hear me? I'm going to get it. And when I do oh, you'll see. It'll be the shock of the town."
