Theo’s assistant, John, came rushing over with a stack of wrinkled papers—maybe twenty or so—and handed them to Theo. “Sir, these were found in Lilian’s bin. They’re all Emily’s drafts.”
Nobody expected a new development this late in the day. It was almost 6 p.m., time to go home, yet not a single person moved. Feet stayed glued to the floor. Everyone exchanged glances, unspoken but unanimous—they needed to see how this played out.
Emily hadn’t expected Theo to actually have someone retrieve the tossed designs. But as she recognized the pages—clearly hers, complete with her signature—she realized something:
Theo had probably been aware for a while that something wasn’t right with how she was being treated. It was only after hearing Lilian’s absurd accusations just now that he finally s
