Oscar's hand had just touched the USB drive when Seren lunged at him like a madwoman, her nails screeching against the screen.
"Fake! It's all fake!" she screamed, hysterical. "Nobody look! Close your eyes!"
Everyone in the room was a veteran in business. They both knew exactly what had happened. Murmurs broke out.
"I always wondered how Seren suddenly got so talented. Turns out she stole someone else's work. And slept her way up."
"Exactly. Noelle was the real genius back in the day. She cleaned up at every award show. Too bad she married the wrong guy."
"If he'd steal from his own wife, you think Pearson Group's other work is legit?"
"Shut up! All of you, shut up!" Seren grabbed a steak knife off the table, eyes bloodshot as she lunged toward the guests. "You want to die?"
"Seren,
