Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 145

Grateful, I glanced at him before stepping into the room with a poised demeanor. “Good morning, everyone. I’m Jane Webster. I’m here today to explain everything clearly and thoroughly.”

Margaret followed closely behind, challenging. “You want to prove your innocence, don’t you? Start then.”

Her confidence seemed unshakeable. Had I not always been one to keep an ace up my sleeve, I would have been at a loss for words, following her script.

“First, I’d like everyone to listen to a recording.”I took out my pine and played the conversation between me and Linda the day before.

The room’s atmosphere shifted as faces registered surprise and skepticism. Seemingly prepared, Margaret dismissively said, “And what’s that supposed to prove? Linda is your assistant, isn’t she? How do we know you didn’t stage this whole thing?”

“That’s a fair point,” I conceded and nodded, pulling out my design drafts from my bag. “Take a look at these. You can tell from these revisions that Margaret has submitted my second version of the design draft, not the final one.”

Having some knowledge of design, Margaret was quick to counter. “Are you trying to fool us? Who copies something without making changes? Making changes is to be expected.”

I stood up and smiled, pointing out the details in the second draft. Then, may I ask if you. are secretly in love with me? Why else would you leave my initials on the design draft “What?” Margaret tensed up, hastily standing to see where I was pointing, only to scoff, “It’s just a few minor finishing touches…”

college, discreetly adding my initials in an inconspicuous spot on my drafts before the final

face drained of color. When she wanted a closer look, the drafts were already

“Mrs. Ferguson” except for one outspoken individual who couldn’t help but laugh. “Look who’s calling the thief! Mrs. Ferguson herself, the esteemed

to talk like that. Do you not want to work in RiverCity anymore?” With that,

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and wrong

as day.

at me and said

the room, and Mark came out about

asked, “How about a coffee in my

things to do. I won’t keep you any

had helped me more than enough, and I didn’t want to impose further. It was a

several colleagues from

Webster, we misunderstood you. Our