Evelyn, You're So Naive

Evelyn just discovered that Julian Thorne, a celebrated name in the design world, had publicly accused her of plagiarism.

The accusation was a lie. The gown was entirely her own creation.

Understanding the severity of the scandal, she rose quickly and rushed to Nathanial's office.

"Nathanial, we need to talk. It's urgent," she said, her voice tight.

Nathanial looked up from his desk, observing her distressed state. A faint smile touched his lips. "I know why you're here. The online firestorm. Sit. Have some coffee. There's no need to panic."

Coffee was the last thing on Evelyn's mind. She leaned forward, her hands gripping the edge of his desk. "Nathanial, I swear I didn't plagiarize. You must believe me."

He nodded calmly. "I do believe you."

His expression then turned grave. "But you've seen the public reaction. This situation is volatile. It won't be resolved quickly. We need time to manage it. For now, your profile is too high. Don't come into the office. Go home and stay out of sight."

Evelyn had braced for blame, fearing Nathanial would hold her responsible for the negative attention.

His supportive words washed over her, bringing a wave of relief.

At least he was in her corner.

After a moment, she ventured, "What is the company's plan to address this?"

"Leave that to me and upper management," Nathanial stated firmly. He gave her a pointed look. "Your only task is to compile every piece of evidence that proves the design is yours. Bring it all to me."

Evelyn stood straighter, resolve hardening her features. "I'll do it immediately."

Every sketch, every note, every draft that documented the gown's creation was hers.

She gathered the materials swiftly. Returning to his office, she placed the thick folder on his desk. "Is this sufficient?"

Nathanial flipped through the documents, his eyes scanning the pages. He gave a decisive nod. "This is perfect. With this, we should be able to clear your name soon."

Evelyn released a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding.

Then Nathanial added, his tone authoritative, "We'll also take control of your social media accounts. The company will issue an official statement. Until then, ignore all the noise. Focus on resting and preparing for your next project."

Evelyn listened intently to Nathanial's instructions, agreeing to cooperate fully.

She looked at him with profound gratitude. "Nathanial, thank you for trusting me."

He offered a reassuring smile. "Of course. I've witnessed your talent and dedication since you joined Aethelgard Industries. I know your character."

Feeling reassured, Evelyn left the office, convinced of Nathanial's support. The moment the door closed behind her, his smile vanished.

His face darkened with cold contempt.

Shaking his head, he muttered under his breath, "Evelyn, you're so naive. Do you truly think we will expend resources to defend you? You are just a junior designer. Why would we risk alienating Cassandra Sterling and Julian Thorne for your sake? I won't waste my energy on such a futile endeavor."