LOGINFootsteps approached.Ford walked into the dining room just in time.“What did I miss?”“Apparently,” Pierce said, glaring at me, “she has no taste buds.”Ford pulled out the chair beside me.“Let me judge.”He stole a forkful from Pierce’s plate.Chewed thoughtfully.Then looked at me.Our eyes met.One look.One silent conversation.He understood immediately.Ford nodded seriously.“…Yeah.”He placed the fork down.“It tastes bad.”Pierce stared at both of us.“You motherfuckers.”The word had barely left his mouth before all four of us burst into laughter.The first genuine laughter I’d managed all day.For a few precious seconds…Everything felt normal again.Then the laughter faded.Silence returned.Everyone’s thoughts eventually drifted back to the same place.I couldn’t stay there any longer.I stood.“I’ll wash my plate.”Nobody stopped me.Inside the kitchen, cold water ran over my hands as I cleaned the dishes.When I finished, I walked back toward the dining room.“Goodnig
I dropped my handbag onto the nightstand.The soft thud echoed through the room before silence swallowed it again.Slowly, I sat on the edge of the bed.My elbows rested on my knees while my fingers pressed against my temples.Everything hurt.My head.My chest.My thoughts.I closed my eyes.Who?The question refused to leave me.Who did this?Who had been sitting inside my company… smiling at me… speaking to me… working beside me… while quietly planting the knife that would eventually end up in my back?Why?What had I ever done to deserve this?Who was the enemy?What did they want?Money?Revenge?Power?Or…Did they simply want to watch me lose everything?My breathing became uneven.There were too many questions.Too many possibilities.And not a single answer.My eyes slowly opened.Should I call Dominic?The thought came so suddenly that it startled me.Immediately, I pushed it away.No.I stood before I could think about it any longer.I picked up my handbag and walked into m
The drive home was quiet.The silence was suffocating.The city lights streaked past the window in blurred ribbons of gold and white as I stared outside, seeing everything and nothing all at once.Nobody spoke.The silence inside the car felt colder than the night beyond the glass.My fingers rested loosely in my lap, but my mind refused to stay still.It kept dragging me back to the conference room.Back to John.“There is… something else.”The memory replayed with painful clarity.Everyone had looked at him.He’d slid one of the invoices toward Hayes.“The altered supplier records…”He’d tapped the page.“They’re tied to the Seoul branch.”Silence.Ford frowned.“What do you mean?”John enlarged the document.“The supplier IDs… the shipment authorizations… every reference points back to Seoul.”He’d slowly looked around the room.“Those records shouldn’t have left that branch.”The room had grown unnaturally quiet.Then…“The only person with complete oversight of that operation…”“
Forty-three hours remained.That number had become my heartbeat.Every clock I looked at seemed louder than the last.Forty-three hours.That was all we had left before everything I’d spent years building could be brought to its knees.It was almost 7pm and the conference room had become our headquarters.Laptop after laptop covered the long table.Power cables stretched across the floor.Coffee cups sat forgotten beside stacks of reports.Lawyers and board members occupied one side of the room.Cybersecurity specialists sat opposite them, eyes fixed on multiple monitors.Forensic accountants worked through financial records line by line.IT experts compared backup servers against the company’s live databases.Every few minutes someone printed another report.Every few minutes another theory collapsed.Hayes, Ford and Pierce had barely stopped moving since yesterday.Neither had I.The atmosphere felt heavy.One of the cybersecurity analysts finally broke the silence.“We found someth
I couldn’t move.The office no longer felt like mine.People I’d never seen before walked in and out carrying brown evidence boxes as though they owned the place.One server disappeared.Then another.Every drawer they opened felt like another piece of me being stripped away.My fingers were still wrapped tightly around my phone when the elevator doors slid open again.Three familiar figures stepped out.Hayes.Ford.Pierce.The moment Hayes saw me, his expression changed.He crossed the room without hesitation.Without saying a word, he gently took hold of my shoulders and guided me away from the investigators.“Aurelia.”His voice was calm and steady.The exact opposite of the storm inside me.I looked up at him.“I—”My voice broke.He didn’t let me continue.“It’s okay.”No.Nothing about this was okay.Behind him, Ford had already walked toward the officials.Pierce joined him, speaking quietly with our legal team while another lawyer began requesting copies of every document the
I froze.For one suspended second, I couldn’t hear the cameras anymore.The photoshoot continued around me.Models laughed between takes.Photographers called out directions as shutters clicked relentlessly.Everything kept moving.But to me…It all sounded distant.Muted.As though I were underwater.One sentence echoed over and over inside my head.”…the information came from someone inside the company.”My eyes slowly found Mia again.“…Show me.”She didn’t say a word.She simply unlocked her iPad and handed it to me.My fingers felt strangely numb as I took it.The headline filled the screen.EXCLUSIVE: Luxury Brand AURELIA Accused of Selling Counterfeit HandbagsBeneath it…Internal whistleblower exposes alleged years-long fraud inside one of fashion’s fastest-rising luxury houses.A strange feeling settled in the pit of my stomach.Fear?No.Not fear.Disbelief.I began to scroll.The article wasn’t written like gossip.It wasn’t another social media rumor.It read like a carefu
My stomach twisted suddenly, a wave of nausea rising so fast I had to press my hand against my lips.I didn’t know if it was the food I had forced myself to eat…or the way my whole life had just been turned upside down.The phone slipped slightly in my hand.For a second, I thought I could hold it
I picked up the tie from the drawer and held it up for a second, smoothing the fabric between my fingers.Navy blue with gold strips.It would go well with the suit Dominic had already brought out.I placed it carefully on the dressing table, making sure it lay straight, then turned to the watch ra
A week passed.Then another few days after that.And somehow, every single day only became more exhausting than the last.The Met Gala was only a week away now, and my entire company had practically turned upside down because of it.For months, we had been designing custom pieces for several celebr
The drive to STERLINGS headquarters felt longer than usual.I sat in the backseat quietly, my fingers resting against my knee while London moved past the window in a blur of gray buildings and flashing traffic lights.Mia had insisted on following me at first. But I told her it was a personal meeti







