Chapter 315 Ritchie Came


    Charis smiled coldly. She had to admit that Tiffany was one hard nut to crack.


    She couldn''t push too hard, or she would risk exposing her true purpose.


    Charis pursed her lips and tried for a casual tone. "It would be best if she proved herself innocent, of


    course." She cast a pointed look at Tiffany, letting it linger for a couple of seconds. Then she


    gathered the documents she on the table and stood up. "Well, that''s it for today''s meeting. Thank


    you for your time, everyone."


    Tiffany couldn''t help breathing a sigh of relief as she watched Charis strut out of the conference


    room.


    *******


    J didn''t go home as she was told. Instead, she had been in Tiffany''s office ever since her return


    from the show.


    When she had first stepped into their department earlier, she heard her colleagues discussing her


    giarism scandal. Apparently, the issue had prompted the senior executives to hold several


    meetings, all on short notice.


    Tiffany soon went back to her office. She closed the door behind her and let out a long breath, as


    though she had just survived a fierce battle.


    "Now, that was horrible," she said, pulling out a packet of tissues from her desk drawer. She


    proceeded to dab at the sweat beading on her forehead. "Charis wants to fire you, even though we


    haven''t gotten to the bottom of this issue yet. It looks like she wants you to be the sacrificialmb in


    her bid to save thepany''s reputation." And from what both women gathered, it appeared that


    the senior executives were already on board.


    J was outraged. She jumped to her feet, her voice raised. "Didn''t they say anything about


    conducting an investigation?"


    Tiffany rubbed her temples. She could feel a headacheing. "She agreed to look into it. Don''t


    worry for now. Just go home and get some rest. Try to steer clear of the new. They''ll only cause you


    unnecessary stress."


    J''s lips stretched into a tight smile. How could she possibly be expected to rx in such a


    situation?


    *******


    After a whirlwind of a day, J was understandably exhausted by the time she got home.


    Despite Tiffany''s warning, she couldn''t resist logging on to Twitter. As expected, the scandal was


    already among the trending topics.


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    J spiraled into an endless loop of anxiety, she could barely sleep a wink. She desperately


    wanted to talk to Ethan, but he hadn''t been around since her return. It seemed like he was very


    busy today, too; she hadn''t heard from him except for that one phone call.


    Frustrated, she dragged herself out of bed to get a ss of water from the kitchen. She was still a


    little miffed when she stomped back to her room. Her career was practically blowing up in her face,


    yet her husband wasn''t even around tofort her. The fact that she had never seen him this busy


    in a long time didn''t help, either.


    Needless to say, J still felt horrible when she woke up the next day. No amount of make-up


    could rectify the dark circles under her eyes, or the pallid color of her face.


    As she walked across the lobby, she overheard yet another delightful conversation among her


    colleagues. "J is done for this time. I heard that the General Manager of Lester Silk Fabric is


    "Really? He''s here?"


    "Yes, his limo is parked at the gates as we speak. A group of senior executives went out to greet


    him when he arrived."


    This was a surprise to J. She hadn''t expected Ritchie to show up so soon. She hurried to her


    desk, but Tiffany stopped her just as she arrived at the Design Department. "Lind. The General


    Manager of Lester Silk Fabric is here, probably to discuss the matter of the giarism issue. Come


    with me."


    Tiffany was just as bewildered by this development as J was. She knew they had no choice,


    though. They might as well deal with the circumstances and be done with it.


    Ritchie was already in the meeting room when the two women walked in. His lips immediately


    curled in disdain when he saw them. "That woman giarized the work of my designer," he


    thundered. "When are you going to apologize and make amends for her actions?"


    He looked J up and down with disgust. "Don''t tell me she is still working here? How can you


    tolerate having a deceitful little bitch in your reputablepany?"