Chapter 142

I took the smartphone from his hand, and almost instantly, I was sure it was my design.

More specifically, it was my initial draft, a few details still rough around the edges, yet someone had copied it verbatim.

But it was exactly this unfinished state that clued me in on how my design ended up with Margaret, sending a chill down my spine.

“Don’t worry.” Mark’s voice was soothing, like a balm to my worries, “Before you figure out how to prove it’s your design, I’ll keep this under wraps.”

“No need to hide it.”

I brushed my hair behind my ear, offering a wry smile, “Let’s air his dirty laundry-the more fuss it causes, the better.”

I hadn’t anticipated Margaret would be so bold as to swipe so much from me. Since she’d thrown down the gauntlet, I was not opposed to teaching her a lesson.

Mark’s eyes, clear and serene, crinkled with a smile, “I was worried these consecutive issues would get you down, but it seems you’ve already got a plan?”

“Yep.”

I nodded, “Back in college, our professor always said, in our line of work, to protect your designs, you must always be ready to prove they’re yours.”

Joy danced in Mark’s eyes, “Three years on, you’ve only gotten better and more adept at safeguarding what’s yours.”

this design is mine? Didn’t you ever doubt,

who’d ever rip

light laugh, “Besides, ever heard of backing up your

“Huh?”

aren’t we?”

half-joking, “Whatever you do, I’ve got

“Is that how you treat all your friends?”

playing on his lips, “But, I don’t have many friends.”

years, though he mingled

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Bryant, it seemed

only close with them.

felt like he

had shrunk to

friends either,

fine by me.”

creating a captivating look,

coffee when Mark’s phone sud only rang. He shot me an apologetic

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