Carla’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “Tampered with?”
“Yes,” Sophia said, her eyes darting toward Nina. “The edits were made from another account. Nina’s account, to be specific.”
A ripple of murmurs swept through the room. Nina’s head shot up, her calm facade cracking. “That’s ridiculous,” she said sharply. “Why would I touch your files?”
“I don’t know,” Sophia said evenly, “but the timestamps don’t lie. Would you like to explain?”
Carla turned to Nina, her gaze piercing. “Nina?”
For a moment, Nina’s composure faltered, but she quickly recovered. “There must be some mistake,” she said, her voice laced with indignation. “Maybe my account was hacked.”
She didn't expect Sophia to be so bold as to accuse her in front of Carla Lennox. She had sabotaged many other designers who she thought w
