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A week later... Grandma was finally discharged from the hospital. She was still in a wheelchair; the doctors said she was to avoid unnecessary strain, but she was getting better than any of us had expected. She smiled and held my hand before I left that morning. "Go to Hart Global, Summer," she said. You can't hide behind me forever. You need to start sharing some of the responsibility. I promised her that I would. I stood in the corridor outside Hart Global, files of designs clutched to my chest, already thirty minutes late for the meeting. "Oh shit..." I ran down the corridor as fast as my heels would carry me. The conference room was just down the hall... turned the corner and ran into someone. The impact sent the files from my hands flying, scattering across the polished floor. "Oh!" "I'm so sorry!" I said, kneeling to gather the papers."It's quite all right, dear." The soft voice made me look up. Before me stood a graceful lady, perhaps the same age as Grandma. She wore a des

Clara smiled approvingly as she scanned the conference room.“I’d like to see some of the talent Mrs. Rose has always spoken so highly of before we start the collaboration.” She folded her arms gracefully. “Does anyone want to show off their work?” Liam stood before anyone else could speak."I already have somebody in mind." His eyes flickered over to the designers' table. "Sarah Andrew. Sarah’s face lit up in a confident smile. She stood at once, smoothing the front of her blazer and walked to the front of the room. "Thank you, sir. She plugged her laptop into the projector, and a few sketches appeared on the screen. “I’m Sarah Andrew,” she said proudly. I am a Bachelor of Fine Arts and have been one of Hart Global's senior designers for the last three years. She looked over some shoe designs. Some of the collections I have contributed to. Many of them became best sellers after their release.” There was polite applause. Sarah's smile grew. Then, without warning, she looked at me."U

CHAPTER XXVI AT THE EVENT I stood at the door and heard the music and happy voices, so everyone was already there. The guards would not allow anyone in unless they produced an invitation card. I reached into my purse, felt around inside. I looked again. And again."I'm sure I had it here," I mumbled."Ma'am, if you can't find your invitation, please move to the side for the next person," one of the impatient guards said."Just give me a second. I'm sure it's here," I replied, refusing to believe I had misplaced it.There was grumbling behind me. Then someone shoved past me. It was Sarah."Keeping people waiting again, Summer," she said with a fake smile."Pathetic," Rihanna said with a scoff. “Hey! 'We were here before you!' shouted a man in the queue.'You just pushed that young lady aside,' complained another woman.'What kind of behaviour is that?' The crowd began to murmur one after another."Enough!" snapped Sarah. With a flourish she produced a gold invitation card. "I am one

The hall was as quiet as death. All eyes were on me. Mrs. Clara frowned a little. "Miss Summer... are you alright? I looked at the screen and didn't say anything. Those drawings... They all belonged to me. The butterfly flinches. The crystal shapes. The colours, even. I had spent so many sleepless nights working on those designs. My heart started thumping in my chest. "It can't be..." I breathed. Sarah turned slowly to look at me. Her face broadened into a complacent smile. “Thank you, Miss Sarah,” said Mrs. Clara, smiling. Those designs are totally beautiful. "Thank you, ma'am," said Sarah, with pride. She came close to me as she went past. “See,” she whispered. "You can't beat me." Her words reverberated in my ears. Suddenly, everything made sense. The bizarre visit to Sarah's office. The missing drawings. The odd feeling I had before leaving work. She had stolen my designs.Mrs. Clara glanced at me. "Miss Summer, it's your turn." I walked slowly to center stage. My hands tr

Truth Under Fire “What’s going on here?” “Again?” Grandma Rose asked, her shrewd eyes sweeping the silent hall. The whispers stopped instantly. Everyone moved back as the wheelchair rolled to the center of the room. 'Mrs Rose Hart' 'CEO Rose'. The workers greeted respectfully. Rihanna ran over, acting worried."Mrs. Rose, Summer a the thief!" she yelled dramatically. "She stole Sarah's designs and set Sarah up. Grandma turned slowly to me. For just a second her eyes softened. She alone knew what was true. She alone knew that I was her grandchild. But if I told them now it would only be a way of airing all the secrets of our family to everyone. 'I ...' My lips shook. I wanted to talk. But the words wouldn't come. "It isn't true. Liam’s voice bounced down the hall. All eyes turned to him. Sarah frowned. “Liam—”“I’m over this lie. Sarah scoffed. "You don't believe me? I'm the best designer Hart Global has." She wiped fake tears. I already showed that these designs are min