(Olivia’s POV)
I turned to find Jeff Bennett, Carter Group's chief designer, studying me with keen eyes. His salt-and-pepper hair and casual elegance spoke of decades in the fashion industry. His presence commanding immediate silence.
"Is something wrong, Mr. Bennett?" James asked, his smile faltering.
Jeff's eyes were cold as Arctic wind. "Wrong? Let me show you exactly what's wrong." He pulled out a leather-bound sketchbook. "Last week, I found this in the break room. Inside are the original designs for every single concept Sarah just presented."
Sarah's face went ash white. "Mr. Bennett, I can explain-"
"Can you?" He opened the book, displaying page after page of my original sketches. "These designs bear Olivia's signature style. The crystalline structures, the interplay of light a
