You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 130

Ruby’s eyes flickered over Patricia with a smirk. “Honestly, I kind of can’t wait to see you turn tail and run again, big sis.”

“By all means, keep waiting,” Patricia replied, turning around slowly to meet her gaze.

“I’m treating everyone to dinner tonight. Could you let them know for me, little sister?”

“Oh, so now I’m your secretary? You seriously need me to pass on your dinner plans too?” Ruby shot back, voice dry as dust.

“What else can I do? You’re the only one here I actually know,” Patricia replied, all innocent charm.

“Aurora, get in here,” Ruby called out toward the hall.

Aurora rushed over, a little out of breath. “Ms. Martin?”

Ruby jerked her chin toward Patricia. “You’ll be working with her from now on.”

Aurora glanced nervously between the two sisters. “Uh… how am I supposed to tell you apart?”

“Easy. I’m Ms. Martin. She’s Ms. Ruby Martin. Sound good to you, little sister?” Patricia tossed the question right back, her smile polite but cold.

She was just calling me ‘big sis’ a second ago. Now she wants to stick me with ‘Ms. Ruby Martin’?

Ruby’s face darkened and she spat out, “Do whatever you want.”

Patricia had clearly won this round, leaving Ruby fuming but with nothing to say.

Inside her new office, Patricia listened as Aurora introduced the rest of the team, rattling off everything from their sales records to their hometowns.

“The planning department only had Ms. Ruby Martin before this. I guess we’ll have to reshuffle the teams after the meeting,” Aurora said, a little worried.

Dropping a new Ms. Martin into the mix was bound to stir things up.

Patricia tapped her fingers on the desk, cool and powerful. Her voice was calm, almost lazy. “If you’d rather work for someone else, just say so. I won’t hold it against you.”

“Oh, no, not at all!” Aurora shook her hands, frantic. “I was just saying.”

The morning meeting wrapped up, and new teams were announced. Patricia scanned the list. Oliver, ever the schemer, had left her with just one person while the rest went to Ruby.

That was fine.

Let them choose sides. She’d win them over soon enough.

That night at Olive & Vine—the most expensive rooftop spot in Riverdale, where booking a private room cost more than most people made in a year—almost everyone showed up, except for a couple of diehard Ruby supporters.

Even Ruby was there.

“I heard you sold off everything from the Newton estate before you left,” someone said. “I figured you must be strapped for cash. But here you are, treating us at Olive & Vine—guess you’re not so broke after all.”

Patricia dried her hands at the marble sink, her tone light and teasing. “Curious why I picked this place?”

She shot them a mysterious smile. “You’ll find out soon enough.”