But who would have suspected her?
No one.
So why was she in Arabella’s office, confessing what she’d done?
“I did,” Beth whispered.
“June’s going to find out. I don’t know how to fix this.”
“She already knows. The ad for the new shoe line came out this morning
and she saw it right away. She called me to ask me what the heck was going
on. I told her I didn’t know. She said that she was going to come talk to you
as soon as her morning meetings were over. She’s away from the office this
morning, which is why I’m here, talking to you now, before she gets here.”
Arabella’s throat closed up again and she lifted a hand and thumped
herself there like she was choking. “What?” she squeaked. “She knows?”
Suddenly, it made sense. It made sense why Beth was there, confessing
what she’d done. It made sense that June knew, but that she didn’t know
what Beth did. Those were Arabella’s designs. Designs no one else had
access to because she normally kept them locked in her filing cabinet with
all the other paperwork. It was an old habit, from working at places where
sensitive information was just about always a thing. June wouldn’t
remember that Arabella had left her folder the day her dad had been taken
to the hospital.
June thought Arabella had sold the designs. That she’d sold them to
another company for more money. Ultimately, June thought she’d betrayed
her. Not just in the sense of the whole working together, business side, but
that she’d betrayed her. Betrayed her as a person. Betrayed her hopes and
her trust. Betrayed her personally. No one knew they were dating. Beth
didn’t know. She couldn’t realize what a big blow she’d just delivered.
It really sucked to feel like she was drowning. She couldn’t focus on
Beth, even though it wasn’t like she was trying to not look at her. She
wanted to look at her. She wanted to search her face for some clues, for
something else, for a way out of this.