Gone Wrong

Imogene Scott

As soon as we’re alone, I meet her gaze. She looks so confident, so sure of herself, and it only fuels the fire inside me. I refuse to let her win.

“What do you want, Imogene?” she asks, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “You’re interrupting our lovely dinner.”

I suppress the urge to roll my eyes and instead smile. “Oh, I’m not here to ruin your evening. I’m just here to see you.”

Her eyes narrow slightly. “Me? Well, aren’t I lucky.”

I take a deep breath, trying to keep my voice steady. “I have evidence now, Diane.”

She laughs, actually laughs, as if what I said was a joke. “Oh, Imogene, is that what this is about? The campaign?”

“You know it is,” I say sharply, but still keep my tone calm. “You took my design, passed it off as your own. You know it was mine.”

Diane tilts her head, studying me with that same smug expression. “And what makes you think anyone’s going to believe that?”

“Because we both know the truth, don’t we?”

She sighs dramatically. “Loo