Chapter 111
Chapter 111:
I lowered my voice. “Yeah, and if shit hits the fan, you’ll drag everyone down with you. Including me p>
Her brow furrowed. “What are you talking about? What do you mean drag Nyx down? Go check the comments. Everyone’s tagging the company with heart emojis. Last time Eliza wore your piece, she got flamed for looking cheap. Now she’s got my set on and people are saying she’s finally stepped it up. Nyx should be bloody thanking me. Even Vanna’s probably thinking of sending flowers p>
I’d seen the comments. Most of them were positive.
A few fans were even saying Eliza’s loyalty to Nyx made her ‘relatable’ now. Like sticking with the same brand proved she had depth.
There were all sorts of photos of her on the carpet, nose slightly up, jaw set, like she knew the cameras were going to dissect every damn detail.
The fans loved it. They ate it up.
But the louder the cheering got, the worse the crash would be.
Bored of gloating to me, Violet straightened. “Well, I’m off now. Vanna’s taking me to lunch. Guess she’d like to talk about a promotion. Or a bonus. Who knows? I’ll keep you posted p>
I yanked her shoulder hard, forcing her to spin around.
“Ow! What is wrong with you?” She jerked her shoulder out of my grasp.
I looked her dead in the eye. “You know exactly where you got that design. And you handed it off to an actress with a hundred cameras aimed at her face, with millions of people watching. You didn’t even tweak a single curve. You really thought no one would notice p>
Confusion registered on Violet’s face, then a flash of panic, then denial. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Someone yelled across the room. “Oi—look at this! Someone just tweeted that Eliza’s jewelry set’s p>
The room froze for half a second.
𝗦𝗲𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓇𝓈 𝒍𝒊𝓿𝒆 𝑎𝓉
Then every chair rolled back, and half the office grabbed their phones.
“It’s some alt account,” someone said, scrolling fast. “Already over a thousand shares. Might hit trending any minute p>
“How could Eliza be wearing knock-offs? Did someone switch it on the way p>
Violet’s face turned the same color as the paper in the printer tray. She grabbed her phone.
Her thumb kept missing the unlock button. By the time she got into the screen, her grip on the phone had gone shaky.
“Wait—someone’s saying it’s not fake, it’s copied p>
“There’s side-by-side pics. Not ‘copied,’ mate. Identical. That set dropped three years ago p>
Chairs scraped. Heads turned. The entire room was now staring at Violet. Her right hand braced the top of a cubicle for balance, but her knees looked like they might give out.
No one said anything loud. The volume dropped to whispers.