NovelOnlineChapter 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 cluedin on how my design ended up with Margaret, sending a chill down my spine.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"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." Joy danced in Mark's eyes, "Three years on, you've only gotten better and more adept at safeguarding what's yours." I chuckled, puzzled, “Mark, how cyou're so sure this design is mine? Didn't you ever doubt, even for a second, that I might have copied Margaret?" "The Jane I know isn't someone who'd ever rip off someone else's work." He was confident, then added with a light laugh, "Besides, ever heard of backing up your friends, right or wrong?" "Huh?" "We're friends, aren't we?" He teased, half-joking, "Whatever you do, I've got your back." I couldn't help but laugh, "Is that how you treat all your friends?" "Yep." He shrugged nonchalantly, a mysterious smirk playing on his lips, "But, I don't have many friends." That was the truth. Having known him for years, though he mingled with folks like Steven 10.04 Chapter 142 and Bryant, it seemed he was only close with them.
And now, it felt like he and Bryant had drifted apart.
Seemed like his circle had shrunk to justand Steven.
I couldn't help but offer sconsolation, "I don't have many friends either, aside from you and Christine. Not much interaction beyond that." "That's fine by me." His smile was warm, his eyes slightly upturned, creating a captivating look, his lashes. casting shadows as if hiding his thoughts.
I warmed my hands around my coffee when Mark's phone sud only rang. He shotan apologetic look, "Lettake this call." He headed outside, phone in hand.
Glancing at the time, I decided to head out too, giving him a wave from a distance before leaving.
But I saw him, his expression stern, the warmth and gentleness gone as he spoke into the phone.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFrom a distance, I couldn't make out his words.
Suddenly, he seemed to feel my gaze, looking up at me, his expression softening as he approached, "Got it, we'll leave it at that. After hanging up, he gestured towards my car, Leaving now?"
I figured he was dealing with swork hassle, nodding, "Yeah, gom serrands to run. You better head ΕΠ to work too." "Sure. Need help with the plagiarism issue?" "Actually, yes."
I smiled lightly, "Margaret won't let this go easily. How abo tomorrow? Wilprove about we meet the design is mine, clear the air for your company." 10:04
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