Before anyone realized it, the other department heads had filtered out of the conference room, leaving only Karin and a handful of design division managers behind.
They were deep in discussion with Niamh, carefully dissecting the improvements to the new product line's manufacturing process.
Although Niamh was technically from the PO department, her colleagues from that team didn't appear proud of her achievements. On the contrary, each of them looked defeated and dispirited—including Marina.
"What's wrong?" Jonathan noticed the cloud over Marina's face beside him.
Without a word, Marina grabbed Jonathan's hand and tugged him into a quiet corner.
"Jonathan, I'm only telling you," she whispered, glancing around. "The new technique Niamh just presented? That was my idea."
"What?" Jonathan's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Shh!" Marina pressed a finger to her lips. "Niamh came to me, asking for advice on her design. I didn't think much of it, just chatted through some ideas—this new technique included. I never imagined she'd stand up in the meeting and present it as her own."
Tears welled in Marina's eyes, and Jonathan immediately turned to leave.
"Jonathan, where are you going?"
She caught his wrist, desperate.
"I'm going to set things straight," he said, resolute.
"No—please, don't." Marina clung to his arm. "You know how close Niamh is with Mr. Peter. Everyone in the company's gossiping about their... relationship. Someone even said they saw Mr. Peter hugging Niamh by her desk during lunch. Even if you tell the truth, who's going to believe me? And after you leave, I don't even want to think about how Mr. Peter might retaliate…"
Her voice grew quieter with each word. Just then, the meeting ended and Niamh stepped out of the conference room.
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