Chapter 41 Video Evidence


    The next day, J went to work. Her stomach churned with unease the entire time. She knew that


    Ike wouldn''t spare her for what happenedst night.


    As soon as she arrived at her desk and sat down, Ike stormed out of his office and threw a stack of


    documents on her table. "You are fired! Pack your things and get out of here now!"


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    J picked up the documents and looked at them — they were all design drafts she had


    previously submitted. "May I know why you''re firing me, Mr. Lyman?" she asked calmly.


    There was still a Band-Aid on the bridge of his nose to cover the injury he had sufferedst night.


    His eyes were zing with rage. J''s words reminded him of the way he was humiliatedst


    night. "You''re ipetent for your current position!" he spat venomously. "Pack your things and get


    out of the Larson Group. You''re just a graduate. I''ll make sure you don''t flourish in the fashion field,


    ever. As long as I''m in the industry, you won''t be able to get a job, let alone seed in your career."


    "You already approved my designs. Why do you say I''m ipetent now?" J retorted,


    clutching her design documents. Her sharp gaze met his, and she didn''t seem afraid in the slightest.


    Ike''s screams drew the attention of other employees.


    Everyone stopped working and looked up at them. "That''s right. Mr. Lyman. We have already


    started executing Lind''s design n after you approved them," said one of J''s colleagues.


    J had a good rtionship with everyone in the department, and her colleagues liked and


    respected her.


    "Is there any misunderstanding? Mr. Lyman, we all have witnessed Lind''s exceptional talent. She is


    dynamic and diligent."


    Ike''s face darkened when he saw his colleagues standing up for J. He cleared his throat and


    said, "There is no misunderstanding. The design n is changed now. She is fired! I''ll pick a new


    design from what you all submitted earlier. No more questions! I''m the director. If I say she is


    ipetent, it means she is!"


    The people around fell silent and cast a sympathetic look at J.


    By now, everyone guessed that J had offended Ike in some way, and that was probably why he


    was firing her. Ike had made his decision. Moreover, he was a respected senior designer in the


    design industry, and no one dared to question his decisions or argue with him.


    J breathed a long sigh of relief. Considering what happenedst night, she knew things would


    end this way.


    She gritted her teeth and sorted her designs, preparing to pack her things. Her heart sank at the


    knowledge that she wasn''t an employee of the Larson Group anymore.


    "Wait!" said an intimidating male voice.


    J looked up and found that it was Garrett.


    He nced at J and walked toward Ike. "Lyman, someone has filed a report stating that you


    have molested a female employee in thepany and attempted to rape her."


    Everyone in the design department burst into an uproar. All eyes turned toward Ike as they eyed


    him with scrutiny.


    "What? Mr. Harding, I would never do such a thing. Someone must have filed aint against


    me on purpose, just to ruin my reputation," Ike said, shaking his head fiercely.


    At that moment, Christopher walked into the design department. "You would never do such a


    thing?" He glowered at Ike. "Yesterday, I saw you forcefully take Miss Lind to a dinner party and


    threaten her with her job."


    Ike grew tense. "You''re just making groundless usations!" he snorted coldly. "I thought Lind had


    potential, so I proposed to take her to a party held for designersst night. I wanted to introduce her


    to some designers and help her. I didn''t mean to molest her at all."


    J clenched her fists and red at the man. Bile rose in her throat. She couldn''t believe he had


    the audacity to lie after what happened.


    "Let''s see the evidence first. Only then will we know whether it''s true or not." A knowing smile


    emerged on Garrett''s face. His assistant immediately opened theptop and yed a video.


    The ce looked like a hotel corridor. The door of an elevator opened, and J wanted to get in,


    but Ike dragged J out. Her hair was disheveled, the panic evident in her eyes. She struggled


    desperately as Ike tried dragging her


    into a room.


    "Is this how you help an employee?" Garrett sneered, his face red with rage.