Aiden’s eyes were cold, unreadable, and each step he took towards Charlotte made the employees stiffen in their seats. The murmurings stopped.
Charlotte stepped back quickly, fixing her blouse and forcing a nervous smile. “Mr. Blackwood,” she said, trying to stay calm. “Is this about the new design?”
Aiden gave a small nod and crossed his arms. “Yes. You submitted it under your name.”
“I did.” Charlotte walked to her desk and turned on her computer. “I worked on it last night. I even stayed late to finish it… you can ask anyone.” She turned the screen so he could see the file.
Mandy raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”
Alina stepped forward. "That design isn’t yours, Charlotte. It’s mine."
The room went quiet, eyes darting between Alina and Charlotte.
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