As soon as Fiona saw me, she raised her voice and announced, “People can be so shameless! I can’t believe they’re pretending to be all high and mighty while secretly doing shady things!”
“Fiona, don’t say that. After all, we’re coworkers. Maybe Yvonne was just curious and borrowed it to take a look,” Tiffany chimed in, tugging at Fiona’s hand with a pitiful expression.
“What now? The thief can’t handle being called out? How ridiculous!”
What on earth were they stirring up this time?
Frowning, I pushed my way through the crowd.
Fiona was relentless. “Yvonne, you still have the nerve to sit here after stealing Tiffany’s Cartier watch!”
I paused slightly. I have an entire row of Cartier watches at home that I don’t even bother wearing. Why would I need to steal one?
“When did you see me steal it?” I retorted. “Don’t make baseless accusations without evidence.”
“In that case, open your drawer for everyone to see!”
Right then, Tiffany stepped forward. “Yvonne, if you like the watch, I can buy you a new one. But this one was my mom’s keepsake. It’s very important to me.”
Their coordinated act practically nailed me as the thief.
I had a sinking feeling in my chest. The watch must be in my drawer. Fiona wouldn’t have so confidently gathered everyone as witnesses otherwise.
Every desk drawer had a lock, but given Tiffany and Garreth’s relationship, it wouldn’t be difficult for Tiffany to get a spare key.
Seeing me hesitate, Fiona became even more smug. “What’s the matter? Feeling guilty, thief?”
I glanced at the small surveillance camera above us and smirked coldly. “Whoever stole it knows exactly what they’ve done.”
I unlocked the drawer. Sure enough, there lay a Cartier Ballon Bleu watch inside.
But to my surprise, on the side of the watch was a tiny engraved inscription.
Y.T.—my initials.
