Goodbye, My Love

Simultaneously dumbfounded and incensed, Loraine found herself at a loss.

Her dream had always been to craft an airport blueprint, a project she had painstakingly worked on during her marriage with Marco. Many a day and night she spent honing it, never once catching a glimpse of anything similar in the public eye.

Leopold’s audacious claim of plagiarism caught her off guard. She was no copycat.

Klein turned to soothe Loraine, only to be startled by her grim departure.

“Loraine! Where might you be heading?”

Klein’s worry seeped in, instigating a pounding headache.

I intend to provide evidence against your claim of

boiling anger, she remained composed. She was well aware that disputing Leopold now would only cement suspicions of her

establish her innocence, she knew, was to expose her original drafts

moment of stunned silence, sneered and retorted, “How could he falsely accuse you? He’s a renowned designer.

reproach, Loraine exited

Angela’s Library

Marco. In a brief text, he summarized the situation and implored

symphony of speculation. Despite his own worries, Klein

Leopold.

misunderstanding here, Professor Zizka. Please, don’t let it upset you. I’ve reached out to another key player in this project. He’ll be here shortly. We can revisit

leaving, but her interest piqued at Klein’s news. She suggested, “Professor, we shouldn’t let Loraine’s situation disband us. Why don’t we meet with this

agreed with a stern nod. The last person he wished