THREAD OF FATE

Chapter 21

THREAD OF FATE

CHAPTER 21

Two days before the highly anticipated fashion show, the department of sewing and style convened for a crucial presentation. The room was filled with key stakeholders, including Tylor, Sonia, the chairman, the CEO, Mrs. Anita, Liza, Tylor's secretary, and six other staff members who were assisting Sonia and Liza on the project.

Sonia, confident and poised, took the floor first. She began her presentation, clicking through the slides on the projector. The room fell silent as everyone's attention was captivated by the designs on the screen. Liza's eyes widened in shock as she gazed at the images. The designs looked eerily familiar – they were identical to her own.

Liza's mind racing, she thought to herself, "How is this possible? These are my designs, my work!" She felt a wave of confusion wash over her as Sonia continued to explain the designs in detail. Liza's eyes darted around the room, searching for answers.

When it was Liza's turn to present, she struggled to compose herself. She was still reeling from the shock of seeing her designs on Sonia's presentation. As she made her way to the front of the room, her hands trembled slightly. She took a deep breath and began her presentation, showcasing the same designs that Sonia had just presented.

The room erupted into a mixture of confusion and concern. The chairman's voice cut through the chatter, "Miss Liza, can you explain why you and Miss Sonia have the same presentation?" Liza's eyes locked onto Sonia's, her expression accusatory.

"I'm just as confused as everyone else, sir," Liza replied, her voice firm. "These designs are mine, my work. I don't know how Miss Sonia got her hands on them." Liza pulled out her sketchbook, flipping through the pages to showcase her original designs.

The chairman's expression turned stern as he examined Liza's sketchbook. He passed it to the CEO, Mrs. Williams, who scrutinized the pages before handing it to Tylor. Tylor glanced at the sketchbook, his brow furrowed in concern.

"I've seen Liza's sketchbook before," Tylor said, his voice thoughtful. "I don't know what's going on here, but I can tell you that I've seen her working on these designs before. I just don't understand how Miss Sonia has the same designs."

Sonia, however, remained defiant. "I don't understand what's going on here," she said, her voice laced with innocence. "But I can assure you, sir, that these designs are mine. I've worked tirelessly on them, and I have my own sketchbook to prove it." Sonia produced her sketchbook, passing it around the room for everyone to see.

As the room fell silent once again, the chairman's expression turned grave. "This is a serious matter, a case of potential theft. We can't have two people presenting the same designs. One of you must be lying." He paused, his eyes scanning the room. "I'll get to the bottom of this, and whoever is found guilty of stealing the other person's work will face severe consequences, including possible termination."

Sonia's eyes locked onto Liza's, a hint of malice in her gaze. "I'll make sure you leave this company, Liza," she thought to herself.

Liza, however, remained confident. She knew that her designs were original, and she was determined to prove it.

As the meeting drew to a close, Tylor stood up, his voice firm. "We'll have to table this discussion for now. Liza, can you please work on an alternative design for the fashion show? We'll revisit this issue after the event."

Liza nodded, still reeling from the events of the meeting. "Yes, sir. I'll try."

As the room emptied, Sonia confronted Liza in the office. "You stole my work, Liza. I'll make sure you pay for it."

Liza stood her ground, her voice firm. "I didn't steal your work, Miss Sonia. We both know these designs are mine. You're the one who's been playing dirty."

Sonia's expression turned ugly, Liza stood her ground, her voice firm. "We both know the truth, Sonia. These designs are mine, and I'm confident I can prove it. You're the one who's been playing dirty, but I won't let you get away with stealing my work."Liza said, before turning and walking away, leaving Sonia seething with anger