A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

“Absolutely not! Just look at what you’ve brought me. Now, compare this to the Zen Collection from Awe Studios last season–do you think I’m an idiot? You really believe Awe Studios would use this for an exhibition?”

The moment Sienna spoke, any doubt about plagiarism pretty much evaporated.

Her face flushed red, then pale, shifting colors as if she might faint–but there was nowhere for her to go. She could only stand there, frozen, enduring the judging stares of everyone in the room.

“Well… this was actually just an early draft from the Awe Studios Evergreen Collection. It’s not that bad, is it?” The woman’s protest was barely audible, her confidence clearly shaken.

“An early draft?” Sienna’s voice rose, sharp and incredulous.

“You think you can fob me off with a rough draft?” The sound of papers scattering echoed on the recording.

“I didn’t mean-” the woman muttered, her words trailing off.

“A draft. You’re a designer–don’t tell me you don’t know how many revisions happen between the first sketch and the final piece! Are you really unaware of how much a design evolves? Look at what you’re holding right now. Forget about being The Winston Group’s lead designer–I’m starting to wonder if you’re even fit to be Queenie’s assistant!”

“I-” The woman barely got a word out before Sienna cut her off.

Winston Group is about to open a boutique custom jewelry studio overseas. Here’s the deal: you give me the final version, and I’ll make you head of the studio. Isn’t becoming lead designer your dream? One finished design in exchange for your dream

tone softened, coaxing and sweet, like a stepmother offering Snow White

“But… isn’t that plagiarism?”

find out? Who could prove it?” Sienna replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Besides, handing me

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silent, as

to see this garbage anymore. I want a

nothing, but Sienna’s voice turned

Once you hand over the design, I’ll have you sent abroad to be The Winston Group’s chief. Wait a couple of years for things to blow over, and then you come back–money,

“…I understand.”

the woman finally gave in. The recording ended, and the screen

room with a brightness that made everyone squint.

all in.