Meanwhile, Fortune and Sienna were holed up in Sienna’s studio. The ce was a disaster–shards of ss glittered across the floor, and Fortune sat on the couch, arms folded, watching Sienna lose it.


    “Dammit! Queenie, just go to hell! Go to hell!” Sienna shrieked, hurling another expensive mug against the wall. It shattered, adding to the


    mess.


    “I told you not to get so cocky,” Fortune snapped. “It was supposed to be a straightforward exhibition, but you just had to invite them.”


    He wasn’t exactly calm himself. The two of them were in this together–if Sienna went down, she’d drag him with her. Sometimes he wondered if this ce was cursed. Ever sinceing back to the country, nothing had gone right.


    He’d barely managed to solve the Ileana Tate fiasco, thinking maybe Sienna could finally be useful. But no–she’d barely announced their engagement beforending him in another colossal mess.


    “Of all people to giarize, why Queenie’s studio? If you’d copied someone else, they might’ve settled for some money or a little hush–hush deal. But Queenie? Do you honestly think Alessia will let you


    off the hook?”


    Fortune’s tone grew sharp. If things fell apart now, what was left of the n? Useless. Everyst one of them just dragging him down.


    “Oh, Alessia, Alessia! If you think she’s so important, why don’t you marry her yourself?” Sienna shot back, her face stormy.


    Fortune bristled, caught off guard by the jab. He opened his mouth to retort, but just then, the office door rattled with a knock.


    “Come in!” Sienna barked, her patience long gone.


    “Ms. Winston…” The young assistant stepped in, voice trembling. She


    eyed the broken ss on the carpet, half–afraid she’d be next.


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    “What is it?”


    “Clients are asking to cancel their orders, and… the onlinements…” The assistant’s voice trailed off as she handed Sienna her phone.


    Trending hashtags shed across the screen, updating in real time:


    #TheWinstonGroup giarized AweStudios [Breaking]


    #QueenielnTears [Breaking]


    #OriginalDesign [Hot]


    #Boycottgiarists #Boycott FakeDesigns [Hot]


    #AweStudios TreeOfLife Promo


    #AweStudios TreeOfLife


    Notifications popped up faster than she could read:


    @DesignFanatic: Hugs for Queenie! giarists, get out!


    @Insider: Isn’t it obvious? Sienna was fired overseas for giarism. My mentor was in her ss–it was an open–and–shut case! [Attached photo]


    @IcedCoffee: The Winston Group’s darling sure has some nerve. giarizing like she owns the ce. All support to Queenie!


    @TruthSeeker: Original work deserves respect, giarists have no ce in design! Boycott The Winston Group!


    @QueenieFans: Darlings, while we condemn giarism, don’t forget to tune in to Queenie’s livestream tomorrow at 2pm! She’s sure to surprise us again. We’re already working with her studio on legal action, so please stay calm and choose your words carefully. Don’t let troublemakers take advantage!


    @Queenie: Awe Studios wees all designers for open discussion, but we have zero tolerance for giarism. This isn’t just disrespect toward Awe Studios, but toward every original creator. This time, we’ll defend our rights to the end!


    Sienna’s control finally snapped when she saw Queenie’s post. Her grip tightened on the phone before she hurled it at the wall, barely missing the assistant.


    That was her phone!


    The assistant, forgetting everything else, rushed to retrieve it, but the screen was shatteredpletely dead. Not even a flicker.


    She was nearly in tears. If she hadn’t been the newest intern, she wouldn’t have been sent in as cannon fodder in the first ce.