Chapter 38
In the morning light, Whitney, Tiana, and their assistant, each toting a laptop, strode into the competition hall–a hive of creativity and cutthroat ambition.
As they entered, the sleek company vehicle of Skye Gem Ltd. slid to a halt at the entrance. Monica stepped out, her stilettos clicking a rhythmic challenge to the pavement, followed by the formidable procession of her design entourage. The contrast was stark; Whitney’s party felt distinctly out of place, almost shabby.
Their gazes met across the charged space, a silent battle in their standoff.
Monica sauntered past Whitney, her eyebrow arching in a slow, condescending smile. “Look who showed up. Best of luck, Sis. I’m sure you’ll need it to snag first place,” she teased with a voice dripping in lazy sarcasm.
Tiana bristled. “What’s with her snide remarks? And that smug smile–she knows full well your talent. She should be the one shaking in her boots, the fake.”
Whitney’s frown deepened. Tiana’s words echoed her thoughts. Monica’s confidence was unsettling. Even though Monica might have pilfered Whitney’s earlier designs, Whitney had brought her A–game with her latest collection, far surpassing her previous work. Yet Monica appeared utterly unfazed.
Something was amiss.
Tiana’s phone rang abruptly, and she exchanged a few terse words with the person on the other end.
Whitney recognized the voice of Tiana’s fiancé.
“Go,” she urged, “I’ll manage.”
“Of all times for a lunch date. At least Stella is nearby for an ad meeting. Don’t worry about me,” Tiana reassured Whitney before heading out.
Whitney nodded and, with her assistant in tow, proceeded inside.
Her eyes swept the judges‘ panel, a hint of surprise crossing her face–Ludwik, her notorious rival, was conspicuously absent. Was he not the head judge?
flicker of annoyance brushed her thoughts. Why was he not here? He had insinuated a compromising offer just days before, and now he showed no interest? She had wanted to prove her mettle to him, but perhaps it was for the best. It was better
contestants to submit their work snapped Whitney back to the present. She handed in her designs and returned to her seat, only to catch Monica
Whitney’s breath hitched.
did that smile
a rising unease and settled
displayed on the large screen, the room fell into a
to Monica’s–identical in every way.
How can your work
piercing Whitney with incredulity. “Sis, how come your design is the same
sparking a flurry of speculation about plagiarism. Whitney’s eyes turned to ice. So that was why
a thunderous rage, Whitney declared, “That design
my concept.”
Sis, what are you talking about?
a copy. You both claim originality,
her assistant, who pulled up the file history on her laptop. The assistant’s face went ashen. “Whitney…” she stammered, pointing to a
their work had
a cold dread sinking in. As she glanced up, she caught
on Whitney; she had walked right into
Aaron, who projected the file dates
Whitney.” Aaron turned to
concept of that traditional style jewelry is mine. I can detail the entire creative process to prove
conferred and
explain
carefully while nodding,
Whitney off, saying, “Sis, that is my creative
she continued on Whitney’s words, claiming Whitney’s ideas as her own, describing the most intricate details
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