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.”

years on, you’ve only

is mine? Didn’t you ever doubt, even for

Jane I know isn’t someone who’d ever rip off someone else’s

with a light laugh, “Besides, ever heard of

“Huh?”

“We’re friends, aren’t we?”

teased, half-joking, “Whatever you

but laugh, “Is that

playing on his lips, “But, I

Having known him for years, though he mingled with folks like

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and Bryant, it seemed

was only

it felt like he and Bryant had

shrunk to just me

consolation, “I don’t have many friends either, aside from you and Christine. Not much

“That’s fine by me.”

captivating

hands around my coffee when Mark’s phone sud only rang. He shot me an apologetic look,

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