Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 144

Everything unfolded as I had anticipated. No sooner had I left the Ferguson Group than whispers began to spread like wildfire through the industry circles.

I called Mark, who hadn’t made a move. It was clear Margaret had been the one to set the rumor mill churning. [The Ferguson Group’s Assistant Director, accused of plagiarism.]

And, as expected, the majority jumped on the bandwagon. After all, Margaret was the first to submit her design proposal.

The disdain for such acts ran deep, and the accusations hurle my way were vile.

[Copycat! You don’t deserve to be in this field. Get out of the de gn world!]

[Stealing someone else’s hard work. Hope your whole family rots.]

[Shameless! You’d dare steal from your own company. What a pace of work this Jane is]

Just as I was about to shut off my phone, the company’s official account posted a notice. It stated that Margaret and I would present ourselves at the headquarters the next day to settle this plagiarism dispute, inviting industry beers to join the spectacle.

The next day, I got up early, ensured my makeup was flawless, and stepped out in my heels.

When I arrived, a crowd of onlookers, and Mark, who was waiting for me, had already gathered at the entrance.

Carrying my bag, I walked over and greeted him with a smile. “Hey, Mark.”

His voice was warm. “All set?”

“Absolutely!” I grinned, about to head to the elevator, with him when a commotion at the entrance caught my attention.

around instinctively, just in time to see

opened the door for Margaret, who emerged in a

touching, indeed sending a car to

Noticing my distraction, Mark called

the emotions within me, I forced a smile. “Yeah, let’s head

front of everyone there, Margaret suddenly

talented in design. Why stoop to copying mine?” I scoffed. “Who’s

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you’ve done, yet refuse to admit it.” Playing the understanding card, Margaret said, “We didn’t have to escalate it to this. Just apologize to me, and neither Bry nor I will pursue this further.”

ME

do you think that, by submitting your design first, the other side’s got no

was taken aback for a second before asking. “What are

what I mean.” I didn’t bother with her any further, joining

Even if not there for the drama, networking was always a plus. Opportunits like that

entering, I caught bits of conversation sealing the verdict:

arrived in? That’s one of Mr. Ferguson’s rides from the Ferguson Group!”

in the Ferguson Group that Margaret’s supposedly Mr.

the victim. Why would the wife of the

Department before. Surely,

his influence was implicitly backing Margaret. I didn’t know if Margaret asked for this,

a chilly respect. The room, previously abuzz, fell silent as if

“Mr. Larson!”