On the top floor of the Nakula Group building, the atmosphere in the conference room was suffocatingly tense. It was barely ten in the morning, yet tension was already running high.Producer Malik sat with sweat glistening on his forehead, while several members of the public relations team frantically checked their tablets and laptops.At the far end of the table, Arsenio Nakula sat with an intimidating, arrogant air, tapping his fingers against the marble tabletop in a steady, almost menacing rhythm.The conference room door swung open, and Arianna stepped inside calmly, despite sensing that something was wrong. The moment she took her seat, Malik shoved a tablet in front of her.“Voleta, we have a huge problem. Someone just posted an article on social media and Greece’s largest entertainment forum. They’re accusing you of plagiarizing an amateur writer’s work from eight years ago and claiming that your identity as ‘Voleta’ is fake,” Malik said, his voice thick with anxiety.Arianna
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