A wave of commotion swept through the crowd as reporters eagerly snapped photos of Sienna’s humillation. Fortune, unable to stand it any longer, grabbed Sienna’s arm and tried to pull her away. But both the backstage entrance and the exit to the exhibit hall had been locked–they were trapped.

On the big screen, the VCR kept playing.

“So you admit you leaked the designs, is that right?”

“…Yes.” The woman pressed her lips together before finally nodding.

“Why?”

“I didn’t want to!” Her voice jumped an octave, then dropped again, quivering.

“But… but I designed things too! Why is it that everyone only remembers Queenie?”

“Do you hate her?”

The woman shook her head, shoulders trembling as if she were quietly crying.

stayed at Awe Studios, I’d never make a name for myself–I just couldn’t. Isn’t the reason any of us do this because we want to become head designer, to see our own name on

did you mean to

she said if I helped her this once, she’d make me head designer at The Winston Group.” The woman’s words tumbled out,

terrible mistake, but I never gave her the final draft. I only handed over my original version–the one that kept getting rejected. I didn’t know what else to do. I’ve dreamed of being the lead designer for so long. I swear, I never meant

deaf ears. No one in the crowd seemed to sympathize; instead, all eyes zeroed

mask of panic and fury. She glared at Queenie and stalked

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still any longer. She

doing? Was it?” Sienna shrieked, her voice grating

the victim too?” Alessia shot her

is all you–you’re framing me! You just drag in some random person to accuse me, is that it? And what about

onto any

cameras turned on them, flashes strobing across their

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