After the public execution, the piles of documents that had been stacked on Chloe's desk were all quietly claimed and taken back by their respective owners.
The message had been sent loud and clear. Those below had come to realize that their new president was not someone to be underestimated. They decided it was wiser to wait and see before picking sides.
What if Chloe actually won?
The conference room fell into a heavy silence. Arthur's faction, having suffered two blows in a row, wore grim expressions.
Chloe closed her laptop and looked up at the room. "What does everyone think about what just happened?"
Arthur's side remained stubbornly silent.
Riley spoke first. "Those of us in creative fields know that being labelled a plagiarist is the kiss of death—let alone being a serial thi
