As the last footsteps faded down the hallway, the break room was left with just Zoey and Victoria.
Zoey slowly poured herself a glass of water, her movements deliberate and measured.
Then she turned, her gaze sharp and fixed on Victoria. "It was you, wasn't it?"
"What are you talking about? I don't understand," Victoria replied, rolling her eyes dismissively. "If you're trying to slander me, I'll report you."
"Drop your facade. No one else is here. I know you switched my order forms, causing the mistake with the materials for the thousand garments," Zoey said.
Victoria admired her freshly done sequin nails, indifferent. "Even if I did, what of it? Do you have proof? Do you think anyone would believe you?"
Her taunt was like a dagger aimed straight at Zoey's vulnerability. She spoke w
