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?
he showed no interest? She had wanted to prove her mettle
all contestants to submit their work snapped Whitney back to the present. She handed in her designs and returned to her seat, only
Whitney’s breath hitched.
did that
a rising unease and settled down with
the designs were displayed on the large screen, the room fell into a stunned
to Monica’s–identical in every
happening? How can your
stood abruptly, her gaze piercing Whitney with incredulity. “Sis,
eyes turned
with a thunderous rage, Whitney declared, “That design is my
my concept.”
martyrdom. Sis, what are you talking about? That’s clearly my design.” The audience and media
a copy. You both claim originality, so present your digital
pulled up the file history on her laptop. The assistant’s face went ashen. “Whitney…” she
their work
she caught Monica smirking triumphantly, her laptop in hand as she approached
dawned on Whitney; she had walked
to Aaron, who projected
turned
Aaron, the concept of that traditional style jewelry
the judges conferred and agreed to hear her
explain down to
listened carefully while nodding, their
saying, “Sis, that is my
Whitney’s words, claiming Whitney’s ideas as her own, describing the most intricate details of the
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