Right on cue, the office door flew open, and Julian stormed in.
"Vivienne! What happened?" He rushed to the floor, pulling Vivienne into his arms and shielding her defensively with his own body.
Vivienne didn't answer. She just buried her face in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably.
Julian's head snapped toward Willow. His gaze was murderous, his expression dark with a rage that looked ready to strike her dead on the spot. "Did you push her?"
Caught completely off guard by the sheer absurdity of the setup, Willow instinctively defended herself. "I didn't! She just—"
"Shut up!" Julian roared, cutting her off. "I saw it with my own eyes. Are you really going to stand there and lie?"
"Yeah! We all saw it! You shoved Ms. Sinclair!"
Willow finally noticed the crowd gathered in the doorway behind Julian. A dozen coworkers stood there, staring at her with burning, righteous indignation, as if she had just committed a heinous crime.
Even Caleb was standing among them.
Looking at the mob, Willow realized that defending herself was entirely pointless.
Vivienne had used the bonus excuse to lure her into the room, intentionally provoked her, and timed it perfectly so someone would fetch Julian right at the climax of her little theatrical fall.
A masterclass in manipulation.
"Believe what you want. I didn't touch her." Having said her piece, Willow pushed past the glaring onlookers and walked away.

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