Chapter 755
Chapter 755:
“I am the creative director!” Victoria screamed at a weeping intern. “And I say this season is about deconstruction p>
She snipped the strap of a mannequin’s dress. The fabric fell away.
Skye noticed that Victoria’s other hand was behind her back, frantically gesturing toward the server room.
“Victoria!” Skye shouted, her voice echoing through the open-plan office.
Victoria spun around. She wobbled, nearly falling off the desk.
“Skye! Darling! You’re just in time for the rebranding p>
“Get down from there,” Skye ordered, marching forward. “What are you doing p>
“I’m fixing it!” Victoria cried, tears suddenly streaming down her face, ruining her mascara. “Everything is so boring! So safe! I wanted to make it… explosive! Like my life p>
Skye reached the desk. She looked up at the heiress. She saw the slight nod Victoria gave her.
“You’re destroying company property,” Skye said calmly.
“I’m destroying lies!” Victoria sobbed. She dropped the scissors. They clattered on the desk. “My father is a monster. My brother is a fugitive. My house is a crime scene. This…” She gestured wildly at the office. “This is the only thing I can control p>
Alistair stepped up beside Skye. He looked at Victoria with a mixture of pity and annoyance.
“You’re not controlling it, Vic,” Alistair said. “You’re nuking it p>
Victoria looked at Alistair. She crumpled. She sat on the desk, burying her face in her hands.
“Go check the server room,” she whispered, barely audible.
“Clear the floor!” Skye commanded the staff. “Everyone out. Now p>
The terrified employees scrambled for the exits.
Once the doors closed, Victoria dropped the act instantly. She wiped her eyes, her face pale.
𝖱𝗲𝗌p𝖾𝖼𝘵 𝗍h𝖾 𝗈𝗿i𝗴𝘪𝗻𝘢l c𝗈𝗻𝘵𝖾𝗻𝗍 f𝘳о𝗆 bе𝗹𝗇ovе𝗅s.𝗰о𝗆
“Did I stop it?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“Stop what?” Skye asked sharply.
“I saw a remote login,” Victoria explained, hopping off the desk. “Someone using your credentials, Skye. They were uploading files. Huge files. I didn’t know how to stop the code, so I… poured a magnum of Dom Pérignon into the main router and started screaming to distract the security cameras p>
Skye went cold. “Celeste p>
She was planting evidence, Skye realized. She knows she’s under investigation, so she’s trying to frame me to take the heat off herself.
“Check the servers,” Alistair said, pulling out his phone to call his security team.
Skye ran to the nearest terminal. She logged in. The system was glitching thanks to the champagne, but the logs were there.
While Victoria had been creating a scene, a background process had been interrupted.
“Upload failed,” Skye read. “Connection terminated p>
“You saved us,” Skye breathed, looking at Victoria. “If those files had uploaded, the FBI would be raiding me tomorrow morning instead of Celeste p>