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“Vanna, it’s her! She leaked the story, she ruined the whole thing! If she hadn’t rum her big mouth online no one would’ve found out!
Savannah frowned.
“Is that true, Elean?
Violet cut in, “Of course it’s true! Vanna, just take her phone. You’ll see the login, the post uploaded from her account.”You want my phone?” I snorted.
“Get a search warrant.”
“See? She doesn’t want to give it up because she knows it’ll expose her!” Violet was growing more confident by the second.
“You think I stole your spotlight. That’s what this is. You’ve been waiting for a chance to sabotage me.”She jabbed a finger at me.
“You stared at my screen earlier. You stared at the pieces when they were boxed up and shipped off. You knew what was going to happen. That brand’s so tiny, only another designer would’ve recognised it.”She took a step forward, shouting now.
“You didn’t care about the fallout. You just wanted revenge. You’ve trashed me, and now you’re tanking the whole company!”Murmurs rippled. A couple of girls behind Violet were whispering and side-eying me.
I barked out a laugh.
“I’m tanking the company? Did I hold a gun to your head and force you to plagiarise the designs?”
Violet sniffled.
“I had no choice. Eliza’s standards were insane. I didn’t want the company to get sued.”
“She’s not wrong,” someone muttered.
“Eliza made her revise the sketchbook like sixteen times. She was pulling out chunks of hair by the end.”
“Oh, I see. So now she’s some martyr? If she was trying to save the company, then everything could be forgiven, even plagiarism? Are you serious right now? You can study someone’s structure, but you don’t rip off their whole clasp system, their gemstone orientation, their bloody pearl detailing.
I stared down the girl who spoke up for Violet until she shrank away.
“I didn’t post anything,” I said.
“I noticed you copied the design, yeah, but only just now. I haven’t had time to go to the bathroom, let alone upload shit online.”
“Liar!” Violet was losing it.
“Eliza’s face gets plastered all over the internet every time she sneezes. Given time, anyone could have spotted the identical designs. It was bound to happen.”
“No,” Violet said, shaking her head stubbornly.
“No one would recognise that brand unless they were looking for it.”She stalked over and grabbed my phone off the desk.
“Just give me your phone! I’ll prove it!”I lunged after her.
She dodged left, phone still in her grip.
“Give it back. You’re out of your fucking mind.”
“I have to check it!”I twisted her wrist so hard her bone might have snapped. She was forced to let go.
Violet howled in pain.
“You won’t do it because you’re guilty! If you’re so innocent, prove it! Show everyone your phone!”
“I don’t have to prove anything. It’s you who”
“Enough!”Savannah thumped her list on a desk.
A mug jumped up, crashed to the floor with a thud that shut everyone op Violet turned to her.
“You saw that, right? She panicked. She’s hiding something”
I faced Savannah too. For the last time, it wasn’t me?
“Enough! Savannah shouted again. She looked as if she’d aged ten years in as many minutes. This whole mess started because someone copied a damn design. That’s the core of it. Who leaked it goesn’t matter. Violet Lin, you copied. That’s fact. Yes or no!”
“L” Violet bit her lip.
“Tonly did it for Nyx. I thought Savannah slammed both hands on the table. Pencil holders rattled One toppled, spilling half its contents.
“We’re being shredded online! I had a whole launch planned after this! And you blew it! Now, fix it.”
“H-how?” Violet stammered.
“How the hell should I know? Shouldn’t you have thought of that before you went ahead with your dumbfuck idea?”
Savannah’s phone buzzed on the floor. The vibration rattled on the tiles, loud and urgent.
She bent, snatched it up, swore when she saw the name onscreen, took a deep breath, braced herself, then hit answer.
“Miss Holloway, I was just about to-“Savannah pulled the phone away from her ear. Her mouth stayed open, but she didn’t get a word in. Just nodded, then muttered a string of apologies.
Her skin turned blotchy and red. She pinched the bridge of her nose. Her other hand tightened around the edge of the table until her knuckles went pale.
The caller didn’t hold back. I caught the muffled shouts even from two meters away.
Savannah kept nodding and mumbling apologies.
She hung up after five minutes.
“That was Eliza’s agent. She said Eliza’s losing brand deals. A few already want to pull out. They think she’s bad press now. Contracts are being terminated. They’re demanding breach-of-contract compensation from us.”
“What?” Violet’s sobbing cut off. Her knees buckled. She half-sat, half-fell into the nearest chair.
“How much?”
“She didn’t say,” Savannah muttered.
Violet swallowed, throat bobbing hard.
“You’re not gonna make me pay all of it, right?”Savannah didn’t answer.
That set Violet off again.
“It wasn’t all my fault! If Eleanor hadn’t leaked anything, none of this would’ve happened. She’s involved. She should pay too!”
“You’re delusional,” I said.
“It’s you! If you’d kept your fucking mouth shut, none of this would’ve happened!”
“Um,” a girl raised her phone hesitatingly.
“Someone just tagged Eleanor. It’s Octavia Grey.”I pulled out my phone. Notifications had already flooded the lock screen.
Octavia always walked the red carpet last. She had just stepped out, and every celeb post before her got swallowed.
Her PR team had done the usual grid dump-dress credits, styling breakdown, makeup brand tags. Same format Eliza’s people had used.
But then Octavia posted on het personal account.
It was a selfie from the dinner Sebastian set up, with just her and me Caption read: “My jewellery plug @MVancejewels (thumbs up emoji, heart emoji, rose emoji).”The comments exploded.
“OG finally posted. She looks unreal!”Who’s the girl next to her? Is she an actress?”
Jewellery designer, apparently. Her stuff looks good.”
“Gorgeous and talented. Following immediately.”-
“OG always finds the best stuff. This is better than anything I’ve seen from the big names lately!
I scrolled past a few more.
The follower count shot past ten thousand in a matter of seconds.
“Eleanor!” Savannah’s voice cracked.
“When you said you were doing pieces for someone, did you mean Octavia Grey?”
“Yeah.” I nodded.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”
“I did, remember? Just forgot to mention her name.” It felt premature to brag.
Savannah shot forward, grabbed my hand.
“She’s way bigger than Eliza. If I’d known you were working with her, I’d have gone straight to her team myself.”
“You didn’t need to.”Violet interrupted, “Vanna, Eleanor’s part of Nyx Collective. She’s not supposed to take jobs on the side.”Savannah whipped her head around.
“Shut it. You’re the one who fucked up. You dragged us into that mess.”Violet’s face went blotchy. Her mouth opened like she wanted to talk back, but she didn’t. She stood there breathing through her nose, chest rising fast.
Savannah turned back to me, all smiles again.
“Post something. Say you’re with Nyx. Just a quick tag. Let people know we’ve got talent.”
“No.”She blinked.
“What?”
“I said no.”She gripped my hand harder.
“Come on, Elean. We need buzz, especially now. Just this once. Do us a favour.”I locked my phone and put it screen-down on the table.
“She caused the damage. That’s not my bill to pay. Even if I post, even if people see I work here, what does that change? Violet still copied someone else’s design. People don’t forget that easily. All the post will do is show that I work with a plagiariser.”Savannah stared at my phone, but she didn’t reach for it. She wasn’t Violet.
Eleanor. You post it now, I’ll give you the Aureate slot. No contest. Straight to you. Deal?”That gave me pause.
The Aurcate Awards ran every two years. It was an international design competition with big-name sponsors and wide press coverage.
Spots were impossible to get unless you had brand backing. Nyx bately scraped one entry per round The last guy who made it in placed nineteenth, then vanished from our office two months later with a new job and a fat contract.