Aiden’s eyes were cold, unreadable, and each step he took towards Charlotte made the employees stiffen in their seats. The murmurings stopped.

Charlotte stepped back quickly, fixing her blouse and forcing a nervous smile. “Mr. Blackwood,” she said, trying to stay calm. “Is this about the new design?”

Aiden gave a small nod and crossed his arms. “Yes. You submitted it under your name.”

“I did.” Charlotte walked to her desk and turned on her computer. “I worked on ...