Chapter 259
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Linsey’s eyes widened, her brows knitting together in disbelief. “What? That’s impossible! I didn’t plagiarize anything!”
“You should look at Twitter right away,” the colleague suggested, her tone laced with sympathy.
Where once there might have been envy from her peers, now there was only pity.
Though the accusation of plagiarism had yet to be proven, public sentiment was clear, and it strongly suggested that Kylee would not be wearing Linsey’s design on the red carpet.
Feeling a heavy sense of dread, Linsey quickly grabbed her phone and opened Twitter.
As soon as she logged in, she was bombarded with a flood of harsh comments. Her complexion grew pale as she read through the messages, her realization dawning about the severity of the situation.
Linsey had just learned that Jude, a renowned designer in the industry, had accused her of plagiarism.
But she hadn’t plagiarized anything. The dress was entirely her own design. Realizing how serious the situation had become, she stood up and hurried to Coen’s office.
“Coen, I need to talk to you. This is important,” she said.
Seated at his desk, Coen looked up and took in her anxious expression. He smiled faintly. “I know why you’re here. It’s about what’s happening online. Sit down and have some coffee. No need to rush.”
Linsey was in no mood to enjoy coffee. She leaned forward, her voice urgent.
“Coen, I swear I didn’t plagiarize. You have to believe me.”
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Coen nodded, unfazed. “I believe you.”
He paused, his tone turning serious. “But you’ve seen the reaction online, right? This has gotten big, and it won’t go away overnight. We need time to handle it. For now, lay low. Don’t come to work. Just go home and rest.”
Linsey had been bracing for blame, worried Coen might hold her responsible for the fallout.
But hearing his words, she felt a wave of relief.
At least he was on her side.
After a brief hesitation, she asked, “How is the company planning to handle this?”
“That’s not your concern,” Coen said firmly. “My superiors and I will take care of it.”
He gave her a measured look. “Right now, the most important thing is for you to gather all the evidence proving you didn’t plagiarize and bring it to me.”
Linsey straightened, determination taking over. “I’ll get on it right away.”
Every part of that design was hers. She had drafts, sketches, and notes that showed exactly how the dress had come together.
It didn’t take long to collect everything. Once she had it all, she returned to Coen’s office and set the files on his desk.
“Is this enough?” she asked.
Coen flipped through the documents, scanning them briefly before giving a firm nod. “This is perfect. With this, we should be able to clear things up soon.”
Linsey let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.
Then Coen added, his voice steady, “Let us handle your Twitter account. We’ll release a statement to clear your name. Until then, ignore the rumors. Just focus on resting and getting ready for your next big project.”
Linsey listened carefully to all of Coen’s instructions and cooperated fully.
She looked at him with gratitude. “Coen, thank you for believing in me.”
Coen smiled. “Of course. I’ve seen your dedication and hard work since you joined the company. I know your character.”
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