Threatened By Mrs Wilson

POV: Selina
I was seething in rage when I got back to my office. I can’t believe that I had to keep such huge secret from Felix. I felt so furious whenever I thought back to her offer, it’s just so ridiculous. She thinks she can buy me off with a few bucks just because she helped me get this job. I paced my office in anger, pulling my hand through my hair. Good thing Felix was not in his office when I came into mine. One look at me and he would know that something is wrong.
It’s one thing to keep a secret from him. But if he finds out about it and asks me?
I’ll fucking spill the truth without thinking twice. I care deeply about Simon, but I won’t lie for his mother. If I’m caught covering up for her, I’ll be out of job again. And I’m sure I’ll be blacklisted by FY Glams, no one would want to hire me ever again.
The thought of losing this job made me shiver in fear, I picked up the file and glanced through them, counting them to be sure the number tallies with the number of interns in our department. For all I know she could have hidden the good ones and…
Oh my God?
She did it!
She fucking did it!
We have eighty seven new interns in our department, and I have only eighty two designs in the file, there is five designs missing from this file. I checked the attendance to see if some interns took the say off, but none was absent. No serious intern would leave today, it’s the most important day of their internship. These designs they just submitted is their best work so far, that’s why they submitted it to be added to their portfolio.
The next designs they would submit would be a recreation of what we already have the showroom. They will not be submitting their best ideas until the end of their internship. It the first and last design that matters most, that is why she is so hung up on stealing their best ideas and passing it up as her own.
I almost screamed in anger when I discovered that I have been played. Now she could accuse me of losing those designs or even stealing them. She could try to force my decision to team up with her and there is nothing I could do about it until I have proof that she stole them. I picked up my phone to call her office, but she wasn’t taking any of my calls. She is getting on my last nerve.
I went back to her office, but she wasn’t there. I was told that she is out on an official assignment. But I don’t believe that for one second. I think she is just trying to test my patience and I wonder why she is doing this. She knows that I will find out the truth, she also knows that I won’t report her because of Simon. Then why is she toying with me this way?
I refused to leave the tenth floor, I’m waiting right here for her. We are going to strengthen this out today because I want to put this crazy experience behind me. She can lie and hide for as long as she wants, but she is definitely going to meet me here when she gets back. I mean, she is not going to hide all day, will she?
I sat in her office reviewing the designs she gave me while waiting for her. It’s a welcome change, at least I will be able to do some work here instead of staring at Felix all day long. I found these designs to be so inspiring and beautiful. Every piece is unique in its own way. A true designer doesn’t need to steal these designs, you just need to let them inspire you to make something magnificent and captivating.
I have many beautiful designs in my phone that is now spoilt, but I still loved these new designs I’m seeing and it’s inspiring me to create more amazing designs right now. I couldn’t give a bad review to any of these amazing designs. I know how difficult it is to me up with these designs. It takes time and creativity, and so much concentration.
This is why I can’t let Mrs Wilson steal these designs, I can’t let her get away with it. I got so pissed talking about it and I got up and went around her table to search her drawers for the missing designs. I was rummaging through the top drawer when the door was pushed open from the outside and I looked up to see Mrs Wilson standing by the door with her phone held high to take pictures.
“What are you doing, Mrs Wilson?” I asked in surprise.
“No, Selina, the question should be, what are you doing in my office?
Are you trying to steal something, like you stole the five missing designs?” she asked me, her voice full of sarcasm.
“You can’t do that, you can’t flip this on me, Mrs Wilson. You stole the design and I want them back right now, else I’m reporting you to the board.” I accused. She did the same thing that she did earlier, she called someone and asked them to turn off the cameras and delete every incriminating footage. After ending her call, she smiled evilly and went over to sit on her seat, her face beaming with joy.
“Now I have you exactly where I want you to be. You have only two options, Selina. Join me or get fired. The choice is yours actually, but I have to remind you that I have worked here all my life and never have I been accused of stealing designs. Bringing it up to the board will only make you look stupid and guilty.
I know a lot of people in this building that owe me favors. I will get you back to the streets and I’ll make sure you never get hired ever again. All you have to do is join me and let us make a fortune together. You don’t have to do much, I just need you to let me take a look at the designs before it goes to the designing room.” She explained excitedly.
“And if I say no?” I asked her curiously.
“Then be prepared to explain why you stole the designs and who you are working with. You will tell the board of directors and the cops what you did to the elevator and why you tried to kill Mr Yeats.” She added with a smile, telling me she pile up the accusations to make me look guilty of all these crimes. She wants to make it look like I was planted in this company to steal and destroy. She is holding the pictures and the designs as a bargaining chip for my silence.
“This isn’t over!” I told her angrily as I picked up the file I was working on and stormed out of her office.
“I hope you make the right decision!” She yelled after me, making it sound like a warning.