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.

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 a brand? Who wants to spend their whole life in someone else’s shadow? Queenie’s

you mean to

and then quit. But it was Sienna… she said if I helped her this once, she’d make me head

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

one in the crowd

and stalked straight toward her, but

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couldn’t sit still any longer. She gave instructions

Was this your doing? Was it?” Sienna shrieked, her voice grating enough to make people

the victim too?” Alessia

didn’t steal anything! This is all you–you’re framing me! You just drag in some random person to accuse me, is that

latched onto any argument

cameras turned on them, flashes strobing across their faces in

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