"I can’t believe you." Hermione stood toe-to-toe with her blonde and brutish coworker. She jabbed him firmly in the center of his chest when he dared showed an iota of indifference. "How dare you. That case was mine. You knew that! I’d only been talking about it for bloody months. You think you can weasel your way into my project and I’d just roll over? Hand you a trophy for doing utterly nothing? You wanker!"