The room exploded into a mess of bright flashes. The cameras didn't stop clicking. Inside, everything was moving too fast.
“It seems there is a mix-up,” the announcer said, his voice shaking.
Anna couldn't breathe. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She stared at the screen and felt sick. That was her work. Every curve and every detail belonged to her. How did Luca’s company have the exact same thing?
“This looks like plagiarism,” someone shouted from the crowd.
“A scam!” an investor yelled, standing up.
Luca’s face turned bright red. He looked like he wanted to break something. He grabbed his phone and called Jake, but it went straight to voicemail. He hissed a curse and typed a fast message: What the hell is going on? Answer me!
Vincent rushed to Anna’s side. He put a hand on her
